Momentary ports in the storm,

A few minutes,

Of ahhhhhhmmmmm,

A breath or two,

For a second or more,

But then the storm,

Still rages,

Tatters our ships,

And weakens out the posts,

We teather ourselves too.

Speak for yourself?

If we can see this storm,

This slow motion churning,

What beautiful chance,

That could be a dance of life,

To roll with,

If you can keep from getting sick…

Can rail,

And rock,

Until there isn’t enough

Booze and drugs,

In all the world,

To medicate with,

No Islands…


We are all islands,

After we leave the  ports,

Where love lives.

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