how i got here i

do not know

the rolling waves mock me

some roaring with laughter, some

whispering

as they spit salt water into my face

stinging my skin

clinging onto my tongue.

i can see them glancing back at me

as they unite with their other

all part of one body

all bodies part of one.

they mock me as i sit here

alone

atop of the sandy mound

that i made

for me

for you

for me

for us.

the sky is a cloud

the cloud and the sky are one

somehow

it is solid yet transparent at the same time

still all part of one

and then there is me,

i am not alone.

the tree with the sparse leaves reassures me

with a shade

that reveals more light than it covers

and the sand bags

that i carried

the two hundred sand bags

i carried

to this island

my island

your island

my island because i made it

your island because i made it

for you.

and i can imagine you

within your four gray walls

wishing that you were

with me

or maybe not

you are not wishing that

and it is just me wishing that.

there is just too much to think about

on this island

that is yours

so i will not think

i will just live

and you can join me if you’d like