far from my island

I grew up on this tiny island
Of sand and rusted wings
I dived over and over
Through all of the surrounding sea.
I encountered many species
Most of which I only watched breathe.

I grew up on this tiny island
And traveled, so far and so deep
That the island seemed tinier
With every stroke towards east.
At first, I’d come back in the evenings
But then I learned to be
Comfortable just by swimming
Comfortable just with me

It’s been a while now
since I have last heard or seen
anything from my tiny island.
I stay some days very still
Just remembering the sand
And all the species that there lived.
I haven’t returned to my tiny island,
I wonder sometimes
Does it still exist?