Each motion of the waves courses
age through arthritic limbs, now
bound within strips of leather.
The galley slaves moan, in unison,
maintaining a tempo with their oars.
The barren rock approaches, larger
than anticipated with only
catacomb-caves to offer shelter
from sun’s heat. It will end here,
alone but for God. A fear swells
within, not of isolation or even death,
but a fear of revelation.
This photo of Patmos is courtesy of TripAdvisor