Sark 2

As you move your
shopping trolley down
endless aisles of irresistible
consumables, thoughts orchestrated by
muzak, bright coloured visions
of another possible life,
remember this.

I am distracted elsewhere
on another isle, its
rocks eroded by a million years
of tide and wind, a lone gull's
cry in a blue enamel sky its
only soundtrack, my mind
a shifting mosaic, those
bright intrusive colours
of you