The Boat
There is a boat that sails
Every day from the mainland
To the island
Bringing goods and people
And cars and sheep who
Have never seen the sea before
Some tourists bring a boost
To the economy as business
Owners provide a first class service
But others bemoan the outsiders
The busier roads and those
Stuck on the mountain wearing
Flip-flops and broken dreams
They think it is their home
And begrudge sharing it
They say “we are self-sufficient”
But how long would
They last if the boat stopped
A day, a week
Back to bleak conditions
And failed harvests
Is this what isolationism means?
Thoughts
Sometimes I just need a picture of my dog.
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