island
Island
They say it is five hour’s journey to land.
Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.
Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,
Five hours to observe today is meeting
Tomorrow in a thin line of off-white.
Five hours to see, casually, human.
A too short time span to ponder on life,
Flashes of patchy memory and swigs
Of cheap wine, red, ruby, catching sun.
Gongs and buzzes, machine and man at wheel.
Five hours at most, and an island’s calm coast.
The island we have dreamed as a salt dream,
The island that we have craved to become.
At the horizon an island rises
As the human evolution’s lonely
World, welcoming society once again.
They say it is five hour’s journey to land.
Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.
Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,
Five hours to observe today is meeting
Tomorrow in a thin line of off-white.
Five hours to see, casually, human.
A too short time span to ponder on life,
Flashes of patchy memory and swigs
Of cheap wine, red, ruby, catching sun.
Gongs and buzzes, machine and man at wheel.
Five hours at most, and an island’s calm coast.
The island we have dreamed as a salt dream,
The island that we have craved to become.
At the horizon an island rises
As the human evolution’s lonely
World, welcoming society once again.