My Disappearing Island
On the headland, looking outward,
My island can be seen as clear as day.
It "disappears" to everyone, though,
Amidst rain-clouds and skies turned gray.
I love to watch from afar when the rain starts,
Pretending my island is about to depart.
I journey home soon after
With a rare warmth in my heart.
A certain comfort comes over me
As I turn away from the ridge.
I'm overwhelmed with "coming home"
Each time I cross our bridge.
As I leave the land n the rearview
I always take a final glance,
Watch the mainland fade from view
Feeling I've received a unique chance;
A chance to leave the rest of the world,
Imagining my island is floating away.
Not forever - just for now -
Lets me "check out" for the day.
The air is more supple to breathe these days,
The rain more refreshing than the norm.
I look forwards to the days of peace and calm
When my island "disappears" in a storm.
These days are few but have such rare beauty,
Both of nature, and of a different kind,
The beauty of seeking solace on my island,
Leaving the rest of the world behind.