5128 Island

My will is sandstone 

That is dispersed 

Among the million 

Desires 

To have you.

As algae swarm 

At the edge 

Of the ocean, 

So, this huge flame 

Grows 

Inside me.

And I know 

That in the morning 

When the sun rises 

And on the horizon 

Line I see 

Your sailboat, 

I will know that you 

Will come to me 

And plant your flag.

Then I will stop being 

A wave that wanders 

Without worrying about tides. 

Your pioneer plants 

Will begin to populate 

My high tide line.

I will never again be 

A cloud uprooted 

From its equinoxes. 

I will stop being 

Wandering dust, 

Gray sky, 

Pale sun, 

Transhumant

Bird without a nest.