I am an islander
but never once have I thought to ask
how islands are created.
Geology informs that they
birth from built-up
lava layers that finally
break the surface of the water
like a newborn's bubbled cry,
or heap from deposits
borne by conspiring currents.
 
The latter explains how today
I saw three soft words
accumulate from bobbing
questions on the horizon,
into certain stone -
an isle of answers,
a tender blush of earth
opined by oceans.