Fast upon arriving in the plane, I forget who I am--
like a leaf morphing into a tree
or a boat with the sails fully unfurled
I am
my heels bluntly clatter on the airport asphalt
sunlight gleams my steps to the Immigration Officer--
or it is the Custom Officer?
Careful to look as if I know
where I am going...
in late September sun
my short stature gains height
for a catalyst of colossal changes
Something born from a passing gist
rustled, sparkled
fluttered and floated--
and now this is my rippled moment
addressing my tipping point
as I embrace
the musical tempo of garbled accents
the mystic scent of entwined essences
the color palette of multiple skins
I came from far away, but
whatever I was, I am
whatever I lost, I found
wherever that is, it's now
whatever I hope, I pray
Now
now
as now as
my next breath. I am.
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