I see the sound of the light under the door
the wave of
light spreading across the floor
like a pool of spreading oil spilled from a tanker.
I feel that light around me
it is there.
But my ears pressed against glass
do not hear the light.
The sound of tootsie rolls
dancing above me
on a floor of tin
reminds me of what
I think the light once sounded like.
What noise it made
as I waited for my glass of milk.
As it slid under the door
my milk cold
Can you tell me where the island is now?