It drifted endlessly
listlessly
Until a shore
it found

Within its dark and
tainted glass
A yellowed note
safe and sound

Upon an island I am lost
these past many years
I found this bottle
with a missive

I am here I am here
Upon this island
with sands of luster
Where I reside year after year

Should you find this would you please
send someone here for me
Before I am too aged to see
Where it is I am to be freed

With shaking hands
the joints arthritic
I crouched down and retrieved the note
I’d written when I was barely twenty-three