I thought my home was with you,
but you sat upon a raft
with a motor that had a large,
sharp propeller.
A boat, and a powerful one.
While I sat upon my island,
some would say stranded,
but I would say
found.
You visited, happened to
glance my way on your travels,
and I wanted you to dock,
to stay for a spell,
but I knew your engine
would have cut my rope,
so I hopped upon your craft,
hopped off,
and watched as you again
drifted away.