Paradise

To be cast away
On a ship, adrift
In the cerulean sea
I guess it’d be paradise

Crash upon an island
A blemish in the sea
And on this little shanty
Stands a lone tree

Myself and that tree are alike
Alone in the terrifying majesty
Of king Poseidon
At the mercy of the Earth

Yet it is anchored here
Without a choice
Like myself

It seems peaceful at first
The tides reflect the moonlight
The stars in the sky twinkle
Ready to share their secrets
To whomever will listen

Maybe I did listen
They told me tales
Of a young lass
Soft-spoken
Soft-skinned
Who controlled the tides
Yet she is swept by a
Catarrhine rage
And destroys all in her path

I stood still as
The tide swirled around my feed
The land exponentially shrinking
Before my eyes


In a matter of minutes
All that remained
Was that lone palm
And myself

I waited for the tide’s surrender
And thought of things unnatural
Of the lady of the tide

As the tide reached my neck
The tree stood firm
A testament to the will of nature
When it wants something
It will stop at no ends
To achieve

The tree gave a sigh
The trunk folded and snapped
Tumbled into the beautiful, angry water
Cast away at Poseidon’s whim

As I went under
I thought of the tide
And how it would eventually recede
Just like all things in life

I smiled to myself
As I was dragged
Into the blue