I Have Come to Stay, to Belong

Returning to the long beach
going round until I meet up
with myself on this small island
where everyone knows which
of us is from the mainland, which
from this anchored heaven at sea.

I have come to stay, to belong,
a difficult task at a difficult time
of life. My December, my winter,
my room above the trinkets shop
is all I can afford, and in every
direction – ocean home.

 

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