my island October 2, 2019 a poet's playground, evocative muse, meditation relaxation my sanctuary my solitude no distractions no conversations no wake no sleep merely my heart my breath my soul’s content
opportunity knocks haphazard disjointed no particular direction to reflect upon relying on hit or miss and miss is more often than naught a catastrophe that didn’t wait to happen unleashing tragedy on everything in it’s path and those stuck knee high