My thoughts lay before me like a mighty ship

I stand upon her decks and guide the helmsmen

He warned me of the reefs ahead but little I heeded

“The reefs! Heave to!” helmsmen cried

“Worry not we’ll find our way” I replied

The ship was transfixed by a spear of rock

This new thought shattering our sturdy hull

I was thrown from the ship and washed ashore

Many times, I returned to the ship to salvage what was good

With these few tools I survived

I will build a new craft to take me on my journy

Until that time here you will find me

This island, a solace among the waves

This oasis in the desert of the sea