- After the Flood
here one islandof joywhere there were two
here three daughters sailinga four masted arkthrough an ocean of tears
i will tell you the truththis is neither beautifulnor just
still a God arrivesin a gyre of beespromising honey
still we dropto our knees as if
we were dry bone whispering
amen
it is what we doit is what we are [End Page 380]