Yes Is the Only Island

A postcard from the ocean at night

I know its late but I am on the island tonight. The frogs in the coffee trees are calling and responding. I ate a slice Tahitian Lime pie as slowly as I possibly could. The moon rose out of the hills behind us round and silver. I am lying in bed writing you thinking about tomorrow in the Sandalwood forest. I was going to write you about glass, about cle…