the hill

i sat and watched, and listened, to this small island town and wondered when i would leave. When would i leave and would i ever come back. would i ride that ferry from redhook to cruz bay, would i walk off the dock to a square with unmanned taxis whose drives took to circles to either shoot the shit or play dominoes, would i walk passed the school passed the gas station and wait for a ride up the hill to home.as i sat and the heat and wind competed for my comforts i could not come up with a reason why, after my mother leaves it will just be an island, like any other, except for having harbored the most awkward ages of my childhood.