Letting Go My Island

If I cast myself adrift on the
oceans of tidal uncertainty

Currents will carry me away
in the swell of wind and wave

Not letting go my island, clasps
of earth clinched in fistfuls

Fingernails claw marked the
bank then ploughed the sand

Shoals of shells palmed, as
through the surf I’m siphoned

In the distance, seagulls could
be heard echoing a last farewell

A coastal outline begins to fade,
but I'm trying, to hold my island.