An island not to be trusted
low enough to disappear in north westerly rains
it needed anchoring.
fixes a place, even though it cannot be grasped.
And to cast this lifeline
a lighthouse keeper tethered to land
by his twelve children.
Each son, in turn, takes the job
to bind the island,
feed the stormbound,
fetch bodies from the beach.
All this light, water, labour
funnelling south to the estuary,
to harbour walls
and the weightless steps of survival.