No Man Is

Five

Well I’m not a documentary photographer now,

a professional people-watcher.

What am I? A diarist it seems, and somehow

a survivor and rabbit-catcher.


What day is it? Another wave in an endless sea –

who’s counting? it’s lines in the sand,

nameless days I roam aimlessly,

no-one to meet, nothing planned.


A desert island’s deserted of people:

living for my own sake

is strange, it’s flat – and frankly, creepy,

feels more break than make.


But hey, I’m alive, and it’s teaching me something,

a reason to give thanks,

watching people – and diving among them,

is to relish… given the chance.



October 2020

Alternative title: Covid Island


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