COVID-19 on an Island

Quarantined and isolated,

No visits from any friend…

Seems a bit like normal life

When you live on an island.

Most of my conversations,

Are cursing at the wind…

I win but hours later,

I am blown away again.

A masked man passed behind me,

Scaring off a timid crane…

Both of them ignored me,

And neither asked my name.

I used to stand at water’s edge,

Gazing at the moon and stars.

26 years later I am drowned out

By Navy jets and highway cars.

I still stand at the water’s edge,

History makes it feel so right…

Yet I feel the sand slipping under me

Sending me deeper into the night.