I wander in hopelessness
this barren sea of humanity
my hope fades to pity
in a world of uncommon ground
stuck on an island called isolation
resigned to watching fruit grow
on a lone mango tree
waiting for a perfect tide
to catch a simple meal
oysters clams muscles
and if I am lucky
a succulant spiny lobster
a cold glass of fresh squeezed lemonade
as I watch the sun descend
on this lost society