I was surprised when this poem showed up this morning, chosen as 'front page picks' on AllPoetry.com, (most popular poetry site in the world? the universe? - I don't know, but who cares). I'd even forgotten I'd written it. But reading it over, it's good! Good and even informative. Have a read. ✍️
"Who ever thought of it as the peninsula it is. Inhabited by native Americans and called Narrioch, a ” land without shadows”, “always in the light”, its beaches facing south and ‘always in the light; a “point” or “corner of the land”. Come 1600’s and it’s Dutch bought for a gun, a blanket and a kettle. Also called Coninen Island, then Coney Hook, then maybe Conyn Eylandt. Maybe even Konah, even Colman after John Coleman, slain by the natives 1609." Wikipedia CONEY ISLAND