A poem I wrote a year ago this time, when I first moved to Spain
Peace rolls off my tongue
in this land of beauty,
filling my belly with fresh pomegranate seeds
and the bright red of new life.
The mornings I wake up to a dark world
and roll onto my back
to be greeted by a cotton candy sky
and shimmering pools of belief.
The sounds of ancient church bells
and an ancient people that know these winding streets,
that breathe the freshest of life.
My teachers tell me to work, to reflect
to live and breathe my art
to give this world all of me
again and again and again.
Peace cradles me in the salty arms of the Mediterranean sea
in the waves lapping like kisses
on my happily aching body
the ache of becoming more each day.
This place that was once a dream
becomes my home bit by bit.
The caramel roofs on white stone houses,
the walks with nowhere to be,
the town that comes alive with joy,
good things take time to arrive.