Put a pinwheel on my grave

Please.

One with rainbow colors that glitter in the light.

Put a pinwheel on my grave and let it dance

In the fluffy spring breeze

And be covered with snow in the winter.

Let the leaves fall around it in the golden autumn

As time passes

Watery and dewy and thin.

Put a pinwheel on my grave so that when children

Pass by at dusk they smile and laugh

Maybe

Like blades of grass

And their twinkling parents say

Don’t touch that.

While secretly wishing to pick it up

Themselves

And feel its momentum turning in their hands.

Put a pinwheel on my grave and

Maybe add a lava lamp and some tie-dyed socks

And some neon glow sticks that shimmer

At night

After the sun falls behind the sky.

Because sometimes when I stop and breathe

And live

And the quiet presses down.

And I wonder what is the point of it all.

That’s when I think

Maybe.

Maybe the pinwheel is the point.