Navigate using the sun like a compass.
on the cloudiest days
beaconed in violent sky.
At the door,
your tattered skin,
Know there is still a place for you,
this brood still recognizes you by scent.
Find home here.
We end up hip to hip at this table,
sharing bread from the same bowl.
I wrap ears around your revelations,
let thumb prints sink into your mind
until you realize this is where you belong.
One of my kind:
not a gentleman,
not a tramp.
A misfit finding comfort
in your familiars.
Twisted words tell terrible tales,
I could have molded
from my own reflection.
Our breed may have been
separated in infancy by
high water and strong winds,
but we were born to the same tribe,
our mouths cradle the same tongue.
Distance cannot eclipse bonds.
Legacy cannot be hidden in straps of time.
Come as you are,
you are welcome here.
“Come as You Are” is previously published in The Fall of a Sparrow (2014).
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