Castaway
Beyond the charted continent, behind the compass rose,
where no one has arrived to name the islands,
the tide exposes the shipwreck of my soul,
where, when no one can know, and rescue is hopeless,
in the suffocating darkness and insect-din
I reach down and write your name in the sand,
mouthing it, so popsicle-tart, to myself silently
so as not to alert the ships floating by
that there were any survivors.
where no one has arrived to name the islands,
the tide exposes the shipwreck of my soul,
where, when no one can know, and rescue is hopeless,
in the suffocating darkness and insect-din
I reach down and write your name in the sand,
mouthing it, so popsicle-tart, to myself silently
so as not to alert the ships floating by
that there were any survivors.