Next to you I lie
adjusting my age
to the sea
(that never stops)
to the eggs
wrapped in a white napkin
brought by Raul, this morning
to hermit crabs, scuttling
for a claw up
a larger place
to rest stalky eyes
safe from frigate gulls
to oleanders
along the path cobbled
they truly sicken me
their petals tacky
and milky-scent each
day adjusts itself
shivers
into its own
light
rising from the sea
(that never stops)
hang the hammock
between palms
and climb in with me
I’m speaking mi amor
to you,
the pelicans overhead.