on the island

on the island,
it's different now.
see how the shadows are long
against
the field.
how the buildings
are grey.
the lights yellow
from
a few low windows.
see how the town sleeps
in,
the stores all
closed. only the fishing
boats
move away from
the shore,
the village roads
unburdened
by those from the mainland.
see how the women wait
for their
men to come home
from the sea, how they
open the windows
and stare out,
their long dresses
blowing in the wind.