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 mingled among the singing throng,
siblings swinging siblings, making rings
to dance till dawn, none now a virus’ vassal.
Ravenous variants infest the water, revolving
slowly around the boat-people. Uneasiness spreads
with insight that 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…