Reff

Brought back again
To that day…
Bermuda,
Brittle against my bones
But cool
And yellow
And white
And solid
To hold me down.

Even then I knew I would
Come back again…
Brought back again
By that color.
That smell.
The texture
And breeze
Of that blue
 October afternoon
When time went
Slow…
And strange…
And still.

Bermuda

Inverted,
Twisted,
Watching from
Inside – out…

The bars became
Rigid with
Surprising speed 
And
Stillness.

Daring now…
Only rarely,
To
Finger free air…

But never,
Never,
Too close
To the door.