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Barrier Islands of the Sound

by Richard Weaver


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.