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 hesitate,

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

Image:

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.

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

#SoCS

Feel free to follow on Google Plus and Twitter. Please visit my Amazon author page as well.