Tossing and Turning on the blue water I hold my oars in my hands
I’m quite a near land
Once ashore I will throw down my anchor
I cannot wait to explore the lush land
I’ll pick fruits from the trees
Then I’ll set up my camp
Sinking into self-awareness living off the land
A week or two of soul-searching
Digging for the lost treasure within
What I will find
Will it be golden like the sunshine that is fading?
Shall I meet friends or foes?
Perhaps there will be a quaint hotel
When I gather within I’ll have sweet tropical drinks as I sit by the sea.
Oh, how I wonder on this journey what will be.
I pull my boat up to what looks like an abandoned dock.
I see no one around
I tie my boat to the dock
Grab my pack
OK there’s no looking back
I walk onto the sand
A one man band!
“Shall I play you a tune?” he asks.
“Oh, play me your best one yet,” I chuckled.
I set down my pack and oh how he played
That one man band was never delayed.
Then he took me to his cabin and shared his meal.
What a fine fellow to share his fish.
Oh, I could always eat like this.
Then he offered me a place to rest
And there I slept
Until in the morning when he said oh my child
Let me teach you how to be free and wild.
I stayed only a month
He and I vowed I’d come back
But it seemed like forever before I’d again make the trek.
I honor that day I met the fellow so relaxed loving and mellow.
He taught me that a life of simplicity can be fine.
Sharing is so divine
No, it’s a gift
I hope that when we live forever it will be just like this.
Angela K. Crandall