- Bako Island
Thirty minutes by boat takes me from here
to a village where people make their living
tossing nets into the sea;
but at sunset on Bako
no footprints walk the beach but mine
and all the world is sky and ocean.
Still it seems that no one knows
this place, no one remembers
how a hermit crab defies, marking
a wind-swept, wave-swept beach
with the sandy trails of
its lonely travels.