‘I am a rock!’ Paul Simon would intone.
‘I am an island!’ he went on to add.
I am an island, too, and gone to stone—
A toad too heavy for its lily pad.
Today, the rock has cracked, the island flooded,
and I'm resigned to sink, submerge, and drown,
because I'm looted now, scooped out and gutted,
a rootless victim of the long way down.
But as I drift, I’ll ask the fish, the shark,
The eel and crab what’s what beneath the sea.
Perhaps they’ll tell me that they crave the dark,
And I’ll remark that darkness favors me.
I am the rubble, Simon, roped with kelp,
Beyond all light, all sight, and calls for help.