I Saw a Naked Man  (Sonnet XXIII)

I saw a naked man on island run,
Survivor T.V. show on surf and sand,
And, he would be the lord upon this land,
No worries, really for this is just fun,
A naked trial, so we are all undone,
He found that snails in cooking pot quite bland,
If he could make a bow and arrow; grand!
He’d kill a goat and cook it in the sun!
Yet, most just live all clothed beneath the skies,
We have our fam’ly always by our side,
To hold our hand, and see our smiling eyes,
Through thund’rous storms, and every rising tide,
Our final day we hope our fingers touch,
And, kiss the brow of one we’ve loved so much!

Peter Lowell Paulson
July 9, 2013