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Typhoon Trap [Rubāʿiyāt Stanza Variation]

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Trapped on the island by typhoon.
 It's evening dark, though at high noon.
  The waves are wild and still rising.
  So, ferries won't be running soon. 

The few streets there are lie silent,
 but - seaside - the winds whip violent.
  We hide inside a bungalow,
  and hope it's fixed firmer than my tent.

One 's always where it's most remote
 when they cancel all ferryboats:
  where there're too many thoughts to think,
  and few distractive antidotes.

The Happy Castaway [Common Meter]

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Adrift at sea for days and days,
who knows how it will end?
Your body sloshes like the waves,
but as your mind descends.

Your mouth is dry; your body pruned.
In thirst, the water taunts.
But - ever wet - your skin sloughs off.
When soaked, the water haunts.

The sun burns hot. Then fog rolls in,
and senses are deprived.
And washing up on vacant shores,
you find that you've arrived.

You know not where - but feel relief.
Land monsters can't be worse
than those that grab you by the mind
while high seas you traverse.