Realization of Monkeys

rocking gently on the shocking blue waves noisily tugging away to a larger boat the island looks over my shoulder sand white hot sand rippling tides waves of despair rise over me above the waving of green trees monkeys are their spots of brown sprinkled laughing after me dad tells about the trail side winding up the hill where he saw what I wanted to see too busy in the sand to care looking back alone they fade only to find another realization oh too late that there were more like me