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


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.