I do
pour from the hollowed out six-string
thank the earth for allowing my song
slay the dragon with my glowing controller
sweat through Latin cardio dance
create through channels of audio and film
venture to taste the world’s cuisines
pave the path for my son to paint in his colors.
I love
the graceful sea turtle and its floaty finesse
the latest musical charming my tongue
velvet nights offering cloaked peace
sweet raindrops quenching the land
the escape of enveloped self-solitude
the crisp Autumn with its gentle sigh
the rumbling purr of the friendly feline.
I think
fluidity in views and tolerant grace
aversion to rigidity and absolutes
desire to understand the third dimension
hope that the horizon will bring the sun
internal reflection in my mind’s playground
discordance when forgiving my mistakes
comfort in synthetic cold despite nature’s pull.
I am
brimming with thoughts that ricochet inwardly
seeking self-discovery despite naivete
abundant with the pleasure of jest and humor
returning to the tree of my Mexican heritage
a granddaughter born afar, now sitting at its trunk
a paradox of empathy and cynicism
a victor of broken doors and a broken home.