An Ode to Taganga

When the waves return/

the birds fly in the direction away from the sand

you learn to stand in your solitude 

you are watching and learning how to be

still

you decide to forget 

When I arrived at Playa Grande 

the calmness of the water made me cringe/

the echo of slience sat in an uncomfortable place in my chest

Taganga taught me the unrelenting pain and discomfort of sitting with yourself. 

on a Tuesday afternoon, the waves returned

On a lone beach

The moon smiles

and I chose to relearn to love myself

I came home

to my little house

atop of a rocky dry hill 

where desert meets sea

and dry leaves

popping bright flowers

and watched myself bloom.