Windy Afternoon

Later we nap, sunburnt, salty

then meet our chatty neighbors

their family and foreign exchange students

from Kyrgystan and Bangladesh

lend them a lighter for their stove

and try out KJ's stove with Mom's 

propane tank - works great!

ramen and fresh broccoli and baby corn for dinner.

towels and clothes still not dry

though they hung all afternoon 

in the constant wind

the wet salt wind

that plumps my skin and curls my hair

wildly

into tendrils

worthy of Medusa.

This wind, it almost drowns out

the generators on the other side of -

the tent? the Alite, the trailer - 

she needs a name, not a category

she is developing a personality.

The Jeep has a name - Norbert

our home needs a name too.

So we call her Alicia, with Spanish pronunciation, 

our treehouse, our fort, our shelter from the mist.