The following poem by Emma Young, West Tisbury poet laureate, was read at town meeting.

I wake up
with an olive branch
between my teeth.

I breathe
breath of trees
on ground to keep.

Offhand, I share
my winter stores with
someone from elsewhere.

A stranger asks
after my interests
with curiosity.

I do not hear
sound that slanders
mine or any ear.

A light goes on.
One by which we
read, and speak.