The Island of The Vaccinated
Such jubilation every time a vessel
debarks a new contingent at the port.
So much relief when loved ones, wrested apart
for long, lone months are free again to nestle
cheek to cheek, to hug and kiss, to jostle,
guiltlessly mingling among the singing throng,
siblings swinging siblings, making rings
to dance till dawn with no one a virus’ vassal.
Ravenous variants infest the water, revolving
slowly around the boat-people. Uneasiness spreads
as they perceive the creatures are evolving.
I snub the fiesta, stare gloomily out from land,
braced for a day when one discovers legs,
hauls from the surf, lugs doggedly up the sand…