An Island!

1. There are enough stones here
that I suspect if I were to rub
them together long enough,
I could make an island!

There are enough stones here
that I suspect if I were to rub
them together long enough,
they would grind so small that
my hands would bleed!

There are enough stones here
that I suspect if I were to die here
I might be happy knowing you could
rub them together and make an island
and leave me there surrounded by the
sky and the trees until it eroded enough
that it disappeared under the water,

maybe then my body could float
and then you could find me happy
once again.

2. If you should find me dead here, please know
that it was not something you said or did not say
but simply that I was bored and thought
becoming dead might stir things,

and that my spot in the shade under the sculpture
of the silver goose got smaller and smaller,
and my boredom got enhanced by the heat
and the way my skin was burning.

If you should find me dead here, please don't ask
about the bird or inquire about its purpose:
It is a sculpture and it is placed here for viewing pleasure.

3. I think if I were to be found dead anywhere, I would
want it to be here, on this island because the overhead
search and scan would be nice and it would reveal water
and water and water and land and water and water and
water and trees and -

There she is lying on the beach surrounded by the water -
what a beauty day, its a shame she had to die.

4. Since 5:oo I have been waiting. You, you who hates the
telephone, and never makes a call or answers the phone unless
a holiday when you may scream a greeting loud, you called and
said,

Be sharp,
Be on time,
We're leaving early.

So here I was and you were not here, expected of course but still
I screamed curses and waited under the silver goose and stared at the
trash and the grass and the seagull manure covering the cement squares,
until a woman with no cellulite on her legs and a silver metallic bag
looked at me and said

Honey are you okay? You seemed flushed,
Like you may die.
No thanks, I am fine, I replied.

And all I could think of was that smell in the air, not muggy like the day
but lovely, and if you were here, I am sure you'd know the name,
but I am dead now.