Island of the Pelicans (La Isla de los Alcatraces)
Despite the Rule of Silence, you hear whispers;
the sometime clank of ball and chain,
echoes in the mess hall and exercise yard.
I swear they’re fingering my mind
on the cold side, where Bay winds slice the sun.
I’m edging down the steep concrete path
until my leg twists to a halt. Suddenly, snug
as a bullet hole in the wall beside Solitary,
there’s one perfect hummingbird hovering,
his bill drawing nectar from scarlet monkey flowers.
Our heads are in the clouds, the tiny bird and me,
the cross-Bay winds. I breathe in salt and flowers,
stand watching so close I feel his wings beat
air currents, disturb my hair. I could touch
the quivering magenta breast. His eyes hold
every secret of The Rock.
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