Costa Rica

I remember,
This day,
Coming into
A country
So beautiful
And warm.
I remember,
This day,
Being shocked
At the poverty
And the privilege
That existed
Side by side.
I remeber,
This day,
Feeling
Surrounded
By friends
And divided
From family.
I remember
That this day
Was the beginning
Of something
New for me.
A new
Perspective.
A new
Direction.
I remember
That this
Was the day
When this new
Place
Began to make
A place
In my heart.

Growth-Spiral

As darkness fell
A decade back
So, too, did it fall
Upon a house,
Upon a family,
Upon me...
Marking time
Like height
Drawn in lines
Upon a wall
Except...
One progression
Works its way up
As growth...
And the other
Works its way down
As a spiral.
I wish so much
I could keep the wall
And I wish so much
I could undo it all
Everything that's
Hurt us
Since
Ten years ago
Today.

Mariposas

Believe in
The
Butterflies
Surrounding you
At any
Given time.
Symbols
Of the
Freedom
And the
Hope
To be gained
And claimed
Each day
And night.

Stay The Same

The family trip
Is over
But the familyness
Is not.
Though it's been
Months or
Years or
Days,
Our heart for
Each other
Stays the same.

Too Late

Too late to mess around
With words and how they sound.
'Cause I must go to sleep,
So I can rise
And fly away
Down South and watch
A wedding.
Too late to think of
Everything when
Morning will come
Too soon.

Re-Evaluation

Thinking of packing
And waiting and writing
Dividing attention and
Wasting my time.
But time isn't wasted when
It is invested in those
We love.
So, now, and again
I'm thinking of packing,
And waiting and writing,
Giving my full attention
And savoring my time.