Nine years today.

Often warm, often
We are volcanic, love comes creeping, bursting, drying cold upon the mountainside.

Often so, often not. Focus close, watch us build the island look

close. There are gulls above our shoreline look

and see, Mammals crawl into the sunshine look

and know. That love has built this look

and say. “Love is a many layered wave of memory saying, ‘Look

at our sea.’”

Sometimes rocks

fall

from the cliffside

.place a brick upon the castle.