Don’t just stand there with your hair turning gray,
Soon enough
the seas will sink your little island.
So while there is still the
illusion of time,
Set out for another shore.
No sense packing a bag.
You
won’t be able to lift it into your boat.
Give away all your
collections.
Take only new seeds and an old stick.
Send out some prayers
on the wind before you sail.
Don’t be afraid.
Someone knows you’re
coming.
An extra fish has been salted.
-- Mona "Sono" Santacroce
