ISOLATION

She wondered what it would be like
to be an island, set off somewhere
in a vast ocean, tropical preferably
where the only sounds were
the ebb and flow of the waves,
the thunder of the occasional storm
and the whisper of leaves tossed
by the omnipresent sea breezes.
she liked isolation, the silence
of repetitive sounds, free of the shackles
the city imposed on all within.
She imagined she might never tire
of the freedom and island enjoyed,
patiently waiting for the visitor
who might not ever wash up
on her beaches, she indifferent
but willing to accept what the gods
might choose to offer or deny her.

THEOI HALIOI ARE NOT HAPPY

For reasons no one can explain,
we have always assumed the gods
of the sea have it in for us,
witness shipwrecks and storms,
and the too occasional tsunami.
We assume they are a petulant lot,
given to fits of pique and with
a means of expression of that pique
certainly denied to mere mortals.
It is why, we only set out to sea
with great trepidation, why we
kiss the shore upon our safe return,
as if to express thanks for not
becoming the sea gods’ latest victim.
We will not admit that their anger
may stem from our rejection,
when we elected, eons ago,
to crawl out of the sea and walk away.