The Island

Lying on my childhood bed gazing out the window during time there in 2016 inspired me to write this poem. I feel there are more verses to add to it, but as yet, they haven't come to me yet.

The Island

There are some things

that will never change:

the shape of waves rising and falling,

the way clouds push out of the sky, 

layers of grey, white, and gold.

Familiarity.