Island

Island to me
Means Padre
Island on the Texas
Coast low sandy dazzling
Bright in summer gray misty
In winter a constant breeze blows
Fine sand across the one road by
The Gulf of Mexico as I sit in a
Cafe at 50 with my wife and
Stepsister and two grand
Daughters who are calm
As their mother cuts up
Their food on their
Plates which I do
Not think wise
But she must
Decide as
She is
Their
Mother
So I smile
Look out the
Window at the
Gulf waters choppy
In the wind waiting to
Take my granddaughters
To the beach to discover
Gifts from the sea and
Later that day I find
A wax statue of the
Buddha not Indian
But Chinese with
A wick which
Over the
Years
I light upon
Occasion for
Mood or perhaps
Reminisce of the
Island where I made so
Many visits some of which
Are as clear to me now
As they were more
Than half a
Century
Ago
Though
Of course
No man is
An island.