Twice a day an Island
Momentary wilderness
Beyond an urban beach
The waters
Preternaturally
Still
Beneath them slinks
Unearthly beast
And I
A Knight
With hallowed sword
Will sail across
Beyond the wards
And battle dragons
Which hurl epithets
And fire
Three drift
Lazily
On unseen currents
And gestures of
Some subtle local breeze
Yet held fast
In approximate array
By anchor chains
Deployed to ocean floor
Isolated
No ferry stops
No bridge to cross
Too cold to swim
So stranded here
In my beliefs
While rowboats rock
Tied up to dock
The ebb tide comes
The Island transformed
Another rock
Beside the ocean
On a shoreline of nothing
But rock and sand
Until the gloom rolls in
And I see the distant lights
Across the unbridged gap
Understanding at last
The vulnerability
Of this small Islet of Me
Amiss in a vast
And lonely sea
Landing on an Island
Is always like
The quiet moment alone
In the living room
Just as the fridge turns off
Smoke on smoke
Thickens, on the rise
Islands and mountains
Fading, in steps of blues and tourquoise