Island

Even if you are an island,

you are never alone, for the glad seas

tumble around you.  Even when the waves

are enraged, they seek refuge

on your shore.

You are kin of the clean bold air.

The moon and sun smile down, and seabirds

sing your names round about you.

If you feel abandoned, let your lungs

take in the living sky.

Feel the holiness of your ground

molded around you, and listen for seabirds

singing your names.

J. Pratt-Walter

2/27/2019