By Larry Chamberlin, 15 August 2011
You fall on me like a torrent amidst the worst drought in memory - terrible, eroding my strength of solitude. Melted away are my protests and nowhere can be found the firm resolve never to let anyone onto this solitary isle. Eons of sediment lost for good, valuable soil to bury my hopes washed away in the swirling stream of you - now dissolved. Exposed to the vagaries of love and wind and rain seeds of despair once nourished turn into roots to bind our lives.