Island's End

 There upon the sandy shore beneath a smoky sky

Past the telltale varied trappings where the tourists lie

Beyond the rocks and midst the surf betwixt the land and sea

You’ll find me at the island’s end… just the gulls and me.

 

The gulls at least they have their flock

The waves the tide; the crabs the rocks

I alone here have no purpose

No flock to join, no fins to surf with.

 

I seek out peace at island’s end

Only to face familiar questions again

I find that doubts are my only companion

As I search for signs but never find them

 

I can see in the distance the tourists cavort

Delighting in words, sun and sport

But the chaos of life has worn me down

I jealously guard what peace I’ve found.

 

Certainly, I could pretend to belong

Buy a few drinks and they’ll play along

We’ll laugh and play and fight the tide

Without a thought of duty or pride

 

But once I dreamt of following a creed

Of being a crusader of great words and deeds.

It seems to me many ages ago

But I once had places to be and to go

 

The tide brings me a tenuous peace

Can troubles wash away like driftwood on the beach?

The world is so simple yet somehow complex

The waves wash in… the seaweed collects

 

There is no home for me by the surf

Soon comes night and my return to the turf

I take a last look at the stars as I leave

knowing in my heart that this is just a reprieve.

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