Leaving My Island
For those who are waiting for change...
Shadowed by an over-arching banana leaf,
a constant reminder of my failures
I sit on a lonely island,
a castaway of broken dreams
success seven lucky seas away.
Treading knots upward
to the surface of my forlorn
existence
anchored to my heels. I’m now talking to a coconut,
hungry for a vessel
that may never come.
But say that boat comes,
from the depths of opportunity
by God I’ll swim to it
the sails igniting an ember
towards a horizon from which,
I’m viewing someone else eighty years from now,
on a distant island,
wondering where he went
wrong.
