The Island
It is my home.
On a windswept island
With uninterrupted views
My mind soared o’er the ocean
For a perfect place to muse.
I picked up passing notions
And hummed a reverie
And soared across the heavens
And mapped the endless sea.
On wings and liberated
I saw my reflection
Mirrored in the sun and sky
Part of the contemplation.
The images diminished
Until I was left with one
Me alone by myself
With no other place to run.
With expectations narrowed
And simplicity, my food
I contemplated reflections
And changed to another mood.
An atmosphere and ambiance
Never seen before
Satisfaction and tranquility
Next to heaven’s door.
I flew away on wings of gold
To places in my dreams
A place of new acceptance
Amongst cool mountain streams.
When I awoke, my mind was still
The island is my home
Meditation envelops me
I never more will roam.
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
