Their small boat tilts and dips as they jump
into the shallows and run up the beach
to applause and cheers in English and Spanish,
twelves sets of feet already drying in the sand
as they high five and hug one another
and the strangers that greet them, calling out
Bienvenidos! Bienvenidos! You made it, bro!
Beachgoers give them the cloths off their backs,
the cash in their pockets. South Beach hotels
bring food and towels. Someone asks how long
they were at sea in that rickety boat. Sies dias,
sies dias. Six days for the dream of a seventh.