The Ladder From Sea To Sky

I sat on the igneous stones that had been thrown at the water to make a port from a rough shore, shoes feet from the rubber brown seaweed drying live above the low tide.

Above me, the ferry from the islands emptied servants to their homes on the mainland. A ladder rose and descended from the dock down below the water, reflecting on the surface back into the sky.

As the travelers spoke of the end of their journeys, I was still, speaking across the distance on my phone of my ejection from the garden.