Possibly, I’m misusing geology here. (I know I’m slightly misquoting Donne, promise.) If so, I’m going to call it artistic license. You can do that, right? Retroactively claim that if something violates a law of physics it’s okay because it’s magic. Or whatever system you have in place to deal with logical flaws.
Anyway, it’s strange how much and yet how little you resemble your family. And when something happens (events elicit a metamorphosis, in both Kafka and geology) you all change, but not always in the same fashion.
* * * *
No One is an Island
Poured from the same fire
seized by the same pressure
formed of the same rock
surrounded
cooled
and captured by the same sea
So much sameness
from stony skeleton to verdant skin
yet
each island breathes alone
an unconnected
archipelago
