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Only the wind and the seabirds
answer. Even when the elements
war over my being here,
the north and south winds
fighting to an impasse,
circling and circling
until they are no more
and my make-shift sail sags;
even then I am welcome.
The tanagers and gallinules,
the terns and gulls greet me.
They see me as one of their own,
kindred, the Alienado returned home.
Butterflies everywhere along the beach
feast on the morning dew.
A lone ghost crab is embarrassed
to be caught out with the tide-change.
Today I'll live like a king,
or Adam with a straw hat.