as good as a rest
then I will holiday
amongst my rearranged room,
approaching furniture at new angles
and staring at slightly different
shadows on the walls.
I’ll stay on this retreat for so long
that they will be no need to take snaps:
just let the perpendiculars
and the parallels
ingrain into my view.
There’s no post office on this island
so excuse the lack of postcards,
while all the phone lines wilted
in a recent storm.
Some days, I venture out
on a little boat
made of linen and springs,
and manage to pull the night with me
in the undertow,
the captain of my ship,
the manager of this hotel,
the only guest this season.