XIII. Encampment

She made camp,
Hopeful.

Now, analyzing
Every inch of island,
Circling,
Starved, sleepless,

determined,
alone,
crazed,
erratic,
hopeful.

Hope, he will still
Love her that way.

On her way back to camp,

she attempts to reassemble
self.

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VI. Paradigm Shifts

Acquiescence

After day 28
she stopped counting the days
since she stepped
aboard

“Home
is where
the heart is,”
she whispers to her shadow.


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She wakes,
angrily.

Again on her raft
compass has gone missing
lost to the sea.

Oar, canteen, bag and
ocean remaining,
Again.

Of hands,
there are 2
of lips, 2,
of bodies, 1,
of thoughts
hers;
Alone.


“Beasts”

The daemons
remain,
hate is their
amusement.

And they descend
upon
the tired,
bored,
lost,
lonely

Only virtue
–a near impossible feat–
Saves
the few
from transforming
into these same
beasts.

III. Thoughts

Wondering

Storm
and another week
passed,
Wondering.

She wonders
how supplies
for 1
seem to be
never ending
in supply

A skeptical believer
sometimes
suspects.
Her fortune
On this quest
so far
Gifted
by some
Benevolent,
Omniscient
Power.


“Acquiescence”

And then
one day
she stopped
counting the days
since she
had stepped
aboard.
She had never considered
that cabin fever
or being castaway
could be
so terrible

“Home is where the heart is”
She whispers
to her shadow.