Desert Island Dreams

Away from anywhere

From everyone

A secluded beach

Shelter in a dark, cold forest

Open to the elements

The animals

The insects

The locals

The heat

No running water

Leaves to eat… possibly coconut and maybe pineapple if lucky

Tropical storms

Thrashing winds

No facilities

Possibly jellyfish in the water

And sharks

And cold cold nights

With cold sweat soaked clothes from the day’s heat

And no washing machine

Or toothpaste

And nowhere to go

With no way off

Except the third Wednesday next September 

Next year, not this

And it’s now only July

Still, it’s quiet

Apart from the thrashing wind

And the waves

And the rustling leaves

And the hiss of the…

…

On second thoughts, I think I’ll dream about somewhere else.