I put the poem in this frame, and as you can see, there's a glare. I was going to retype it, but the spacing and all is so unique.
I have kept this poem, found doing spring cleaning, since 1979. I know this date because Quest/79 is in the footer on the page from which it was clipped. All my life, I have pondered this question about being in happy isolation from the world, or being an explorer of the world. Islanders deal with this tension a lot, do I stay or do I go? As an adult, a lot of who you are is defined by this choice that you make. My play, Island Space, was about this tension.
