Alone At Last

Swimming frantically in blistering sun I finally reach an island’s sandy shore Fear faded; I realized life had just begun A tropical retreat with coconuts and more There was little chance to explore As the sun faded and a full moon rose “Déjà vu,” I thought. “I have been here before.” But only in dreams did such splendor expose I shed my clothes, lying in crystal sand Far from city lights, the Milky Way appeared Great peace I found in this star-brushed band I strolled the moonlit shore; ‘mongst winding inlets I steered Palm trees shrugged gently in the southern breeze And I felt great joy in knowing I was here alone This moment in time I wanted to freeze No TVs, computers or even cell phones I’d never known the peace of solitude A castaway’s life seemed perfect for me At times the key is in how things are viewed And somehow I knew the best was yet to be *For Gail Doyle’s “A Tropical Theme Under the Moonlight” contest by Carolyn Devonshire