Treasure Island

Edward Hirsch

(20 January 1950 / Chicago)

After a Long Insomniac Night


I walked down to the sea in the early morning
after a long insomniac night.


I climbed over the giant gull-colored rocks
and moved past the trees,
tall dancers stretching their limbs
and warming up in the blue light.


I entered the salty water, a penitent
whose body was stained,
and swam toward a red star rising
in the east—regal, purple-robed.


One shore disappeared behind me
and another beckoned.
I confess
that I forgot the person I had been
as easily as the clouds drifting overhead.


My hands parted the water.
The wind pressed at my back, wings
and my soul floated over the whitecapped waves.

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Submitted: Friday, January 20, 2012

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