Intruding on an Introvert
Nomads never know when numbers enlarge.
“Ahoy! Who goes there? Reel us in.”
The eager skipper shouts again.
I bite the dust,
Although I must
Hospitably respond. Chagrin!
I shudder, as the boat he guides.
Too early were the changing tides.
Inside I know
I’d rather go
Where downsized company resides.
In bygone times, I loved a crowd.
I welcomed chatter, long and loud.
It seems of late
I’d rather walk the row unplowed.
The landing party steps ashore.
My island’s teeming with their corps.
Halt my routine;
I’ll bear the scene,
Till they embark a-sea once more.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.
This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
ABC Wednesday: “N” is for “nomads,” “never,” and “numbers”
Meme Express: “downsized”
Six-Word Saturday: See subtitle.