It might be an escape
Made because of a
Puzzle. What can be ignored
On a lush island without
Anyone expecting, tomorrow
Is not going to be today.
Or even more attached in
not
Asking for what
Cannot be.
Maybe the slightly raised
Housing left by
departing soldiers is
a reality but not theirs’.
Not theirs when
Just looking without,
Observing
they are painted into
Memory and those
reasons for running
from the prettiness,
from being seen,
and being
observable
Knowing that being
Seen is then
what will be.
To forget facing
A channel and
Gray sky, so
There’s relief
Maybe temporary
But still looking,
alone, there
is a different
Sea.

rlb 8-20-2023