The Idea of an Island

Is a terrible idea.
If you have no choice, live there.
But realize, anything

That reaches you was able
To cross the waves to reach you.
Can you cross them to escape?

Not if you’re an islander,
Born and bred, you flightless bird.
The least defensible land

On Earth’s surface are islands,
Also the youngest, smallest,
Often poorly hydrated.

Rock fever sweeps through islands
Making everyone crazy.
Amok is an island word.

Life’s never known closed systems.
Thoughts, like boats, arrive like terns,
And your head is an island.