Upon Visiting Loch Gil and the Lake Isle of Innisfree
by Josh LaMar


I think I see it over there.  
Or is that church Island?
No matter, there isn't enough
time to take out a boat anyway.  

The most succulent countryside 
and I am sitting on a bus.  
For 20 minutes, 
I can sit by the lake and
speculate:
which is Innisfree?

Twenty minutes!  
I could spend all day by this lake.  
Or take out a boat
to the Isle of Skye
and visit the Faeries.  
Just for a day.  

Then, like Yeats, come back.  
Back to reality.  
Back to the city.  
Away from the myth;
not plaguing my mind;
freedom from thoughts 
of my own mortality,
my mediocrity,
and my fallen self.  

I can't stay on Innisfree.  
Romanticized 
Idealist 
Hopeless dreamer; 
I am not he,  
I will not be.