If you were an island, I could set out to inhabit
you. I would take a boat across the water,
a stick to propel me up the steep to the higher
ground. There, gazing at all the vistas around,
I would see the sun streaming down, hear
the water lapping against the rocks, touch
the trees breathing for themselves and us.
The elements would join hands to make
the unknown known to me. But not so you.
There is no crossing into you, no listening to
your thoughts, nor making you hear mine. More
concealed than revealed, your heart remains
guarded against intrusion, refusing landings
on its shore. This island wants no inhabitants.
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