Our Last Day (Written July 21)

Our Last Day

 

The fog swallows the departing boat

As it moves around the head

Of the island. For almost

 

A minute it hovers there,

Like a shimmering ghost,

More in the clouds

 

Than on the water, then

It’s gone, in shrouds

Of gray. It is our last day

 

On the island, and tomorrow

We will end our stay

And return to the mainland.

 

A little before noon we will board

This same boat and stand

At the railing and wave

 

Good-bye to all that we had,

The joy of living close

To nature, the feeling

 

Of freedom that comes from

Being part of everything we see

And hear and smell,

 

The peace of mind we discover

When we distance ourselves

From the troubles of this world.

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