Is it best to leave on a sunny day
when the light reflecting on the water
carves out a path on which memories
continue to accumulate with alacrity?
Or on a rainy day
when the greyness encourages
a quiet melancholy of sifting and sorting
of beauty beheld and friendships forged?
The leaving is bittersweet
as the island seems to lighten,
tipping its cargo of human freight
onto the ferry even as it swallows up
another disgorgement
Such is island life
a constant ebb and flow
along with the tide
of coming and going
of advancing and receding
of flotsam and jetsam
that finds its way
into the fertile soil
of the fragile yet resilient machair
that sustains abundant living
in sunshine and in rain.
(Liz Crumlish 30 June 2023)
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