Clouds swivel and swim over me in ethereal shades of maybe and wish. The gentle sea glows pool blue. The birds on the telephone wires tap dance. Secrets here grow many fruits. I tend orchards in a black silk slip and the rain washes me like a baptism every day at noon. Sea monsters prowl my bathtub. Dolphins jump from the dirty side of my sink to the clean. This island tells scary stories in the light, and my sweat is green with fear.