Stone Island Archipelago

They appear to believe they’ve laid the patio

of everyone’s dreams: beautiful,

lovingly made, fashionably disordered.

You can see from their faces they’re proud

of their work, proud of themselves —

though it’s a haphazard, crazed mess,

compounded of slabs of different sizes

that simply don’t fit together —

gaps chinking through — some slabs broken,

others cracked, or dribbled with paint.

And they’ve put in no foundations, no hard-

core, no sand, and it’s all just plonked

down on the grass of their back garden.

They tell me, it does what it’s meant

to do, for them, it works well, it works fine.