All is quiet at the island dock.
Overcast day. I remove
my sunglasses as a jet drifts
away in the clouds. Glassware clangs
while being loaded into a black pickup.
Occasionally a car brought here
by the day, passes
or a golf cart rented by a tourist.
There is birdsong in the air.
Here time moves like cold molasses.
I watch the locals.
A woman in frayed jeans
and flannel shirt is selling coffee.
Strong looking men
of a fishing boat.
I can never find the courage
to give everything up,
live on the island,
grow a long beard,
speak to very few.
This daydream persists
as I look out
at the calm water of the harbor.
© Ed Krizek
Bio: Ed Krizek holds a BA and MS from University of Pennsylvania, and an MBA and MPH from Columbia University. He has published over seventy articles, poems and short stories in various publications, and won prizes in several poetry and short story competitions. EdŐs latest publications are available on Amazon.