My Private Island
Nov 14 2023
The small island
in this lake of islands
large and small.
Of shifting sandbars
unmarked on any map.
Of submerged rocks
that lurk in the shallows,
and only appear
when the water's low.
The unwary and unwanted
would do well to keep out.
A rugged island
untouched by man,
except for the rudimentary shack
concealed in the trees.
A fortress
in its fresh-water moat,
a sanctuary
for me alone.
Not the private island
you'd imagine
the rich and famous having;
the glass-walled home
and landing pad,
the fancy yachts
in a tropical lagoon.
Just rock
and stunted trees,
waves
beating against its shores.
Harmless snakes
as well as rattlers,
clouds of biting insects
and deep winter snow.
An inhospitable place
in which I've made myself a home.
After dark
there are no lights
except my own,
so I'm alone
in my island fortress
of rock and stone.
Where I sit
on a windless night
at the end of the world,
listening to the waves
lap gently against
its impregnable shore.
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