one man alone on an island
one man alone on an island,
the waves do not curve around him, no
they pumble him like the rest of the pebbles
in the sand.
he grabs a coconut from a tree, only to find
bugs have infested the coconut’s flesh as their own
the sun’s rays bubble his once smooth skin
he thought the sun was there to tan him golden brown
in fact,
everything that his kind made
were all protectors from this planet
sunblock to keep away the sun
jetties to keep away the water
knives to open the coconut first
perhaps this land wasn’t made for us afterall- he thought
we must survive just as the rest