Deserted

If I stretch my sand out as far
As it will go
I will still be alone in this ocean.
If my palms reach the clouds
Taller and taller in the heavens
I will still find no one.
If my birds fly far away
Rounding the circumference of earth
They won’t come back.
And if my rolling waves of reminder
Would quit tumbling back to my shore
Maybe I’d forget I was an island.