Gabriela Vasquez- Rondon
Head Staff Writer
On the Way There
I can’t remember a time
When I was so incredibly happy
That the view in front of my eyes
Was not a storm waiting to ravage my very self
And so, I think
About the blooms of flowers and fields of peonies
Where you were born
Ô my heart,
Stay still,
Unlike the wind
Playfully moving through the locks of my hair
On the Way Back
Ocular and singular,
Rectangular and void,
Here comes the beat
Of this heartbeat
Prepare
To accept,
This warm embrace