But sometimes… don’t we wish we could be?
A lone quirk of nature, beautiful by birth, self-nourishing, a point of stable land in an ocean of uncertainty.
Like the Ile St. Honorat (Les iles de Lerins).
Or Teddy Roosevelt Island.
With long alleys
Paths only faintly human
Surrounded on every side by the cleansing element
Close to ‘civilization’
but withstanding, nature
A “thing of beauty”
And a sadness forever.
But, before the ice cracks
“Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.”