There is a cold wind blowing across the sand as we walk hand in hand, bare foot on cold sand. It’s been some time since we have been on land. The chill outweighs the thrill as we hear the trill of the birds. Not talking just walking on this paradise island, a canopy of Green on the edge of the sand.
We look for food which seems to allude. We head to the forest to see what we can forage oh what I would give for a bowl of porridge. We find berries and mango a small picnic for me and you. Fire wood and shelter next as branches are striped and flexed. Palms for the floor we even managed a makeshift door.
We settle down by the fire stripped to our underwear while we dry our attire on sticks in front of the crackling fire. We soon fall asleep, but up we leap when we hear the creep of a litter of critter from in the woods, deep.
Then in the morning the sun is out and the sea glitters as waves trickle home to the shore. We head down the beach and into the boat to start our journey again. Pulling hard on the oars sweat drips from our pores in the heat of the rising sun.
All alone in a boat in this blue tranquil ocean afloat to nowhere, just being there. Sand in our hair without a care we don’t know when we will hit there, wherever there is. But for now you, me, sun, sea and a boat drifting afloat is where we are. No house, no job , no car just us in a boat to see how far.