Monday, March 29, 2010

Your Island

Some things in life
aren’t for free.

A cup of coffee.
Sheets of paper.
Overpriced candy
at the airport.

There’s a price that comes
with every breath that goes,
every sigh that flies,
every drop of sweat that breaks
along the lines of
someone else’s back.

We make payment
to make certain
that the making
of what was made
was made for something
and not in vain.

But look around:
Somewhere, some things
don’t really come
with a price tag.

Gold beneath the earth.
Beaches. Oceans of trees.
An island – your island.

If only you’d open your eyes.

A poem inspired by Kevin Jer David's story about frogs.

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