...so many different ways.
I could start with
enchiladas, guacamole,
agua de jimaica,
quesadillas, limonada,
té de albahaca...
I could start with
compañera, friend,
quiet sitting
being, laughing
living free...
I could start with
roosters, rooftops,
rising above
the poverty of certainty
youth wanting to serve...
But were I to begin a poem for you about these last eleven days, I think I´d begin with this...
You astound me with love
surround me with glory becoming
and danced with the birds yesterday morning.
Thank You.
