Windswept Verses #12

In a sugar-green valley I will wake
to panes of glass that seal the sky
ridges of jagged teeth will teeter in the sea
and in the east one vaporous peak reside
cloud-fleets will ring the horizon: radiating light
and in their center a vital-green isle will rise
my companions’ll ask: how many days ago we came
and I will only say: I think I’ve been here always

By Mark Kaplon

Mark Kaplon was born outside New York City in 1988. He earned his B.S. in English and Education from the State University of New York at New Paltz and currently teaches literature and Hawaiian culture on the Big Island of Hawai‘i. His first chapbook, Song of Rainswept Sand, was published in 2014 and is available from Finishing Line Press.