The House of Stone and Branch

Once he thought
That coral and pine
Were the gnarled stuff
From which he might build
His tropical house, an architecture of light
Sprung from the ground.

Seasoil and salt grape
And the skysweet mango
Would blossom there
Under his hands,
Among the quick lizards
And slow scorpions.
— Laurence Donovan
Dog Island 9781561642847