Island Isolation

Often what I see each day,

Makes up for the lack of friends.

Seldom there’s time for loneliness,

My change of scenery never ends.

I remember when the tides close in

Two ferries and a bridge are near.

The perfect escape from the island

Is at the end of the float plane pier. 
 

A gateway to adventure,

We waited on the lower stair;

There was never a better assent,

Disappearing into thin air.