An Island Poem

things found while unpacking

On my way up from Southern Oregon I could feel the days becoming longer. I am back far, far up north and can’t feel it as much now. This morning, though, I woke up on an island after a week of traveling, packing, lifting, discarding. This morning, when I woke, I saw the trees outside my bedroom window and it looked like a painting—tall, mossy trees with…