I step off the plane
Wetness on my skin
I’m unsure if it’s from
Rain humidity or tears
Heat pulses onto my skin
A steady heartbeat plays
Its cadence leads me
To my mother’s home
The weight of my family history lies
Heavily atop my shoulders
Or is that just the palm tree’s breaths?
Both a burden and a gift
Incense held in prayer hands
Its musky smoke twists tendrils in the air
I bow as the air envelopes me
My ancestors hold me
For the briefest moment
A desperate moment
I am home.
Thoughts Banished to the Ocean
Standing on the shore
The waves playfully lick my toes
The sea blue as glass
My mind is a buzzing storm
Gray murky thoughts blur my vision
Wetness on my cheeks. My chest hurts.
I tear the thoughts out of my head
Strand by strand until I’m bald
Then stuff them into a glass bottle
Until the cork can barely close it
I throw the cloudy vessel into the ocean
Sunlight glints off its arc, my heart pull towards the waves
If what I wanted was to be rid of this
Then why do I feel so empty?
Thunder is silenced as it breaks the glass
A phantom of the ocean floor under my feet
The sea is calm
My head is a clear blue sky
Thoughts always grow back
But for now I raise my face to the sun
And feel at peace.