…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.