Comeback

Since I left
I’ve wanted to comeback 
To return home
To hear the accents of my community 
To speak and listen to Miami-Latin drawl
To have a conversation with someone
That speaks beautifully—-
someone with an accent—
As words and phrases
Often defy syntactical norms
but never loose semantics.
To rely—at times-
on what is felt but isn’t said
To see a Latin American community 
hustle to thrive 
In a land where we all work 
to build a sense of home

In Miami’s blistering heat
sweat stained clothes and faces turned sweet 
fueled by an unrelenting desire
To live a life that’s earned.

To bask in pleasure 
Of sunny days near water
nurtured by swaying palm trees
Days that end in utter surrender
to the lure of the night 
It’s reassuring calm 
Fusion cuisine and
authentic home cooked meals 
It’s light filled entertainment 
Music that sways, pulses,
and coaxes any wallflower.

Dawns that bring life’s only constant 
—-Another day eager to sprout 
Another opportunity 
Another dream
Another chance to uncover
the intimacy of finding and being loved.