in the island
when the noise still leaks into these places of refuge
just go off.
in respite,
to retreat,
hear these tropical sounds.
their winter
is a our crisp, cool summer evening.
what I intend to do
is to pay attention
to sounds.
or to a sun crawling across the day,
shadows telling me time
this solitude is renewing
it is a powerful charge
when it is too electric
or too noisy
go off
do nothing
but listen