-"the Island of women"-

There's an island inhabited by women.

The figure of man stands in a skiff

Paddling toward the island.

From the viewer’s line-of-sight,

Activity is seen on the island as the women 
Go about the chores of daily life.

Some are building a habitable structure.

Another pulls a great fish
From the water at its banks,
From the water, knee-deep,
A great fish with her bare hands!

From behind,
I asked the gentleman
How he'd approach the women

To communicate his intensions.

I was hungry for information.

When the instruments of their labors

Are laid to rest for the night,

Do they dance with one another?

Is A cappella singing involved?

How will the great fish be dressed?

Do they sleep beneath the stars?––

And the gentleman bid me stop;

His approach to the island 

Is endless and recurring, he said.

I inquired of him

The reasoning behind this futility,

The mythological endlessness to row

Toward the island of women.

"Anticipation" he said.

"Of the destination" he concluded.

                                             2011