Seven Months

Passion for justice, passion for principle;

She sits alone, thoughts concerted, mind deep

in the books, in the news, in the

things that matter.


Her attention is divided, for her peers

have something to say.

Her mind is in overdrive, engulfed in paranoia

while they whisper in her ear, retreat,

and laugh at the reaction they have precipitated.


Defiant, she races to the library.

In the thesaurus,

she finds three words:

trivial, trite, trifling.


How strange it feels,

for an extrovert to always want to be alone,

to be far away from home;


She calls it independence,

because loneliness only persists

when surrounded by so many people.


Seven months never felt so long.


You had opened my eyes to a whole new world.

Where the sea was calm, waves were gentle.

Skies were clear and inviting.

Soon the clouds darkened, the skies greyed.


A whole new layer of life emerged where you could see and feel

The overpowering rush

the push and pull

the back and forth

of an ocean.


Mimicking the Red Sea

you forced our ocean divided.


I was left confused,


swimming frantically,

clinging to a lifesaving buoy that





You failed to notice.

Disculpas a mi País

I have traveled thousands of miles to see my home.

5,295 miles.

8,521 kilometers.


Familiar faces, food, streets, buildings,

music, expressions, language, accent, slang,


Familiar life.


Nevertheless, I left.


So I am sorry.

I do not know your pledge of allegiance,

Or your national anthem.


I cannot name your twenty-three provinces.

Or the number of amendments in your constitution.


I cannot speak every single word with confidence.
But one day, I will.