02 June 2006


              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.
posted by Gilbert at Friday, June 02, 2006

3 Comments:

Blogger dsnake1 said...

this is nice! can feel the loneliness on that beach in those words.

June 02, 2006  
Blogger MB said...

how a hermit crab defies
I love that line. It suggests so much about an individual life in the wide universe.

June 02, 2006  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

This was a desolate island I visited years ago, somewhere in East Malaysia. Stayed overnight in a hut without electricity .... in the morning, a wild boar wandered into the compound followed by a troop of monkeys which later took my breakfast and ran away with it up into the trees.

June 22, 2006  

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