By Tiffany L. Thomas
On the island on which I was born,
the people once lived in sod houses:
half-cradled in the earth. A rain-thick island,
where all the green things hang heavy,
where the air is soaked through with salt.
What must that rain have sounded like?
Now I am grown. I sit on the shower floor:
thinking of salt.
Tiffany L. Thomas is a poet from lower Alabama, living in Alaska’s subarctic interior. Her recent poetry can be found at Menacing Hedge and the Watershed Review. She has received the Richard S. Lynch Award and Catholic Poetry Society Award.