Island

I am an island
Of chaos
In the midst
Of calm
I am verdant, sprawling growth
Surrounded
By the peace of tradition
I sit
Within complacancy
Without complacency
Questioning
What I see
Questing for change
Eager
To see new horizons
Yet tied
To what lies before
Anchored to my past
By the roots of hstory
Seeped
In the customs
Of banality
Drowned
Within rhetoric
That wishes only
To be left unheard
To be
A virgin silence
Utouched bt the sound of desire
While I
Scream with an impatient lust
Anxious
To see
To do
To be
Anything
But an island


Terry Rhiannyr
December 2012