The Isle of Man

The tide is low,

seabed is rocky;

feeling youthful,

somewhat cocky,

The rock slab isle

beckons to my soul.

I swim out slow

to lessen the toll.

Catching my breath,

I bask in the sun,

surrounded now

by boys having fun.

Thoughts drift back to

Baiting Hollow Beach:

days of my youth,

now so far from reach.

Bleached blond hair,

chiseled body and tan,

fantasizing

becoming a man.

Sketching seascapes,

or writing a poem,

just enjoying life

before leaving home.

No going back.

God, those were the days:

innocence lost

in a purple haze.

So boys,

enjoy your fun!

You’ll too soon know

what manhood brings,

what aging will do.

~g tristan tarot