Homesick Island

Homesick Island

I am the homesick island.

Year in and year out alone, surrounded by silence, stray people sometimes visit me.

They roam me with expressionless faces, they vaguely see me through a screened film. Other pressed images pull behind their foreheads.

in the evening, when the mainland flashes from over there, like a little swaying point they sit on my highest cliff. And cry.

I do not know, what I have in myself, that I make her cry. Driven and cosmopolitan, Vacation jettors and even base warriors, they all.

But I do not want to, that they will stay forever.

So I'm driving up a storm. With downpours, that are so swampy, that my earth breaks open, lashes on them on awakening. To evict!

Then everything is calm again. I am alone and quiet. So great is the silence, I even hear the island of death —

And on the horizon the little mother ship is getting smaller and smaller—-

 

(13.1.2020)

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