Island of Loneliness

I am an island alone in an ocean of loneliness,
Envious of all continents and archipeligoes.

 

 Eurasia's Mediterranean affair with his dark mistress
And the Americas' great love which Roosevelt strove to sever.

I am basaltic -- forever distant from the granitic shelf,
Until through dubious drift's eternal endeavor,
The cartographer's vision should unmake itself.

Currents from every point are all bitter and cold.
They dissolve my body and ghostlike through the seas I roam,
Observing all loves in every part of the globe,
Ever trapped in the fluid yet adamantine foam. 

 

-- copyright © 1985, 2005