Landing on an Island
Is always like
The quiet moment alone
In the living room
Just as the fridge turns off
Who I am
What I was always
Meant to be
I live on a smooth
Round globe
Of rock and water
With just a thin veneer of gas
But I recline
Beneath a golden sky
Above a glittering sea
And therein lies
The greatest wealth
I’ll ever need
Exquisite beauty
But I prefer the mystery
I came here
Enthralled
Thirty-five years ago
Wide-eyed country boy
Glass and steel
In perfect lines
Rose above
The waters tread by commerce
Up the hill
And through the woods
Round corners
Through the trees
Over roots and rocks
The will to live
Or the will to not die
Courage or fear
(I’m unsure which)
Drives them to the beach
Lungs filling with salt water
Muscles spent
Energy exhausted
I dance along the roly poly
Climb and dive and swerve and wiggle
Ocean by my side
Land rising and falling beneath my tires
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