There Are
No Islands Anymore
Before the bridge went in.
Before the island
disappeared
and our way of life
vanished.
Before all that
the unpredictable sea
and the inconvenience of
distance
taught us to be patient,
self-sufficient
humble.
But there are no islands
anymore.
And all the exiled, and
ostracized,
the banished, marooned,
and stranded
have drifted off,
wandering, lost
somewhere on the mainland.
And while outsiders are
grudgingly welcomed
intruders quietly shunned,
the recluses, who burned
their bridges
again, must cut-and-run.
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