See,
I’m pretty deeply rooted on this small rock,
this minor island.
I can’t move.
Sure
I can gain fleeting satisfaction from docking
ships which need a repair
or wish to experience the depth of isolation.
But like the clouds
those ships pass.
And I can only wait for when
the storm or tsunami
will absorb and erase me
with hardly more than a flinch.


When that time comes
I will have been
nothing more than nothing (+x).