I just came from a visit to a nice place from Rhode Island called Block Island, and by chance I came to visit a small inn called the Hygeia that is run by Lisa the poet, which made me feel so at home from the moment I enter her place. Thank you Lisa.
There I read a great poem by Sandy Gingras:
Every man, woman and child is an island
we all know the feeling of crossing over water
and understanding with the sudden scent of a tide
what is to come home to ourselves.
Be transported float, make a splash
listen to the shells stretch run with waves
laugh like a gull carry
a bucket, boggie, sugar yourself with sand ebb and flow
ride rusty bikes
go with wind
cultivate quite turn up your senses
put living things back
dance on edges
build castles and leave them for the moon
to find cross bridges
discover treasure tank.