an island
in the middle of the bullrush;
       an island
in the middle of a lake
(displaced)—an island
in the middle of a town:

twenty-eight thousand
in an archipelago of shifting faces,
the day's grace,
and the resting place
of one hundred screaming swans
who ruffle the waves and shake fish
awake from their underwater daydreams,

where translucent rays
bake the gray deep;
an eternal place
       for a restless frame
to stir
and shake—a pallid sheet
spinning in a laundromat alone;
the dying waves
of a ringing phone.