Date: August 3, 1993

Place: Fatu Hiva and beyond

The signs arrive days before
the first scent of land—
a sooty tern flying west
(manutara, as the island people say),
first one, and then another
and more as evening falls.
In the still morning before the trades
rise again, the smell of wet earth,
heart-rot, and green life growing
knocks you down.
You strain your eyes toward the horizon Continue reading