The falcon women in my life
were born on islands:
my wife, Oahu, in the hospital
known for Pearl Harbor,
my mother Long Island of the hurricanes,
one grandmother, the policeman’s daughter,
the other Sicily,
where Aetna rocked her girlhood.
Two great grandmothers in Ireland,
where one’s house was burned
in the troubles.
And I, who have spent so much time on
continents, would be lost for following
the sea, but islands give me bearings.
The above poem is from my verse collection On a Rainy Night, soon to be
released as a book through Amazon Kindle.