waiting for rescue

you live on a island,
but there are no palm trees,
no coconuts
or white beaches with
warmed sand.
there is no water
surrounding you.
no boats docked
near your door. but it's
an island just the same.
one of snow
and ice, people
paddling with shovels
to get from
here to there.
tired of it all, waiting
rescue, you write
a note and curl it into
an empty bottle
of vodka and toss
it out into a snow bank.
you peel a banana and wait.