Castaway for real…Selkirk.

The bonfires stoked
The night stars dreamed
Mid hopelessness
The touch of God
It seemed.



To not let go.
To curb the tongue.
To write rich memory
Of days when young.
And scan that line, yes
Friend, in each spent day.
To persevere and plant and pray.



The gulls will teach
at laughter school.
The clams to break.
The seaweed gruel
They wait and watch.
Does Mankind heed?
He knocks some coconuts
Down from trees.



Yes pray to God
Who oft brings light
And rescue, health
And finished Night.
(Could be Robinson Crusoe, or Alexander Selkirk or Tom Hanks with Wilson…or ENOCH ARDEN.)