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.
Alternative title: Covid Island