Muġnatuŋilaŋa
I was beneath linked stars
One among many exiles—
The returned light floods
Again a world unmoved,
Its translucent sky rifts
At a ring of mountains.
I could cup the small stone
Of the heart percussing.
Moving in the muddy arc
Of a thing afloat as pebbles
Slope towards the shores’ end,
Turning towards them warm
And familiar. The ocean, eared,
Roaring and familiar.