it’s wonderful sometimes in the land across the sea
do you see the storm blow up from the palm tree
in which you sit
of course you do for you spend your time gazing
and I do for I am in my canoe with her
and as she gazes upwards into the sky
eyes open mouth open
rain drops falling
and though the storm rages
we don’t care for we’re already soaked
and we know the island
is closer now