against

the edge of my island is always in view

as billows of sea waves roll

and though i am sure of how it's secure

the pounding does take its toll

i've built up my stand with a few sturdy bricks

i sit here in certainty

watching the rest buffet forward and aft

alone it sometimes must be

the thunderous roar of prevailing winds

cannot ever knock me down

though ship after ship sinks right to the depths

i'm safe on the high ground

ironic it is on my sandy shore

that more don't join me here

preferring instead to be tossed all about

while i'm without any fear

no flags fly above the soft golden sands

i'm rather incognito

keeping still as they bellow to another

it's better they don't know

no shame in my snug little peaceful hut

but the storm-tossed can't think straight

seeing just the sea where the next wave may be 

everything else becomes bait

my heart takes courage as my i glimpse in the east 

others who are standing true

i'm not alone in this turbulent night

he has preserved a few

someone once wisely said to pick battles

with kids who are immature

i smile and nod and choose to say not a word 

the world blindly seeks a cure