This Island has no interest in me
It just lets me be
I generally need more attention though
so I have been treating it at length to the profounder depths
of my thought and prayer including
the future of the Church of England diocesan strategy the
immorality of the soul student loan schemes Brexit Global warming
God’s Will For Me and – on one occasion near the Lighthouse
the Doctrine of Divine Impassibility
But the oyster catchers teased me
The seals would not sit still
The stones refused to discuss anything
All you bring you must take back
This Island has not heard of the Observatory
Does not attend the wildlife talks
Does not even consider the grass of the field
Long ago this Island forgot even its own name
As careless as the wind
As indifferent as the rain
It just lets me be
And in this space
all things are found
July 17 Bardsey Island