Now the blue
meridians free
islets and islands
from the sea,
Huahine
Raieta
are stepping from
one green idea,
Bora Bora,
Otaha,
move past the ship
somnambular,
volcanoes in
lush periwigs
and hubbub trade
in nails and pigs,
Motu-iti
Rurutu,
fantastic profiles
on the blue
accept what cannot
be eschewed
your fateful gifts
of longitude.
In blue andante
each falls behind
leaves its likeness
in the mind,
leaves its likeness
drawn and furled,
a world uncovered
by a world.
Now further skylines
slide, elude.
Your time is ours;
we navigate
its latitude.