Lonely On Her Island

(This is a poem about a friend's grief and the helpless feeling of watching them work through their loss and the changes in their life while my life continues rich and full.

Written in maybe 2019 by -Mim)

Lonely On Her Island

Waters roll between us

I see her standing, sitting

Next she is limping across hot sand

Palm trees stand bare, killed off

The waves pound hard, crash continually

I wish she could come to my oasis

Let the shady breeze cool her brow

Hear my songbirds distracting tunes

I pity her

Lonely on her island

The water is wide

Currents swirl and deter passage

I set my small boat in them

Paddle awkwardly around the eddies

Step onto the hot sand

Meet her hollow eyes

The language we speak has changed

She returns my effort

Communication soon fails

I have palm trees, hers are gone

We sit and listen to the waves

A cloud shades us

lonely on her island

I cannot stay long

The palm trees call me back

The little birds are hungry

I wave to her as I paddle

Away over the waves

Stark loneliness haunts me

I realize the water is not so wide

The water is not so deep

From my oasis to

Lonely on her island

I return to shady coolness

A bird flies close in greeting

Another perches on my shoulder

A breeze refreshes sunburnt skin

I rake sand in neat patterns

Glance back across the water

She is there

Is she looking at us?

So distant in sight

Lonely on her island

I wave

She does not see me

her gaze is set

On a gold-rimmed Cloud

It is the Cloud that shades her

Since the palm trees have gone

I realize she has shelter

That is more Divine than I know

She will survive

Lonely on her island

She notices my gestures

Lifts a hand

I set a chair down

Directly in line with a boats path

She has a spot here now

A chair under palm trees

A place our songbirds will surround

Sing music to her ears

She can visit us for a break

Lonely on her island

Waters roll between us

Only a paddle across

I wonder at the fragility of palms

The short lives of songbirds

A Cloud shades her

Blessed Hand blocking sun's heat

Celestial music drifts over wave tops

She told me she hears it

Lonely on her island

She'll sit in my chair sometime

Lonely on my island

We'll visit about palm trees

Gold-rimmed clouds

Songbird's distraction

Angel choirs

Each splash of the waves will remind us:

The waters are not wide

Only a paddle across