Island
A lake the size
of a small room
an island no bigger
than a single bed
when you set out in your boat
you’ve already arrived
to lie on your back
beneath a dazzling sun
so small you can blot it out
with one finger
by Ciaran Parkes, first published in Poetry Ireland Review.
Editor’s Note: Ten simple lines still somehow paint a startlingly vivid picture in this poem.
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