Day 15 o El Dia Quince

She is Born

She is a Kapok tree uprooted.
fruits and nuts lie homeless, accessible
wrapped in palm leaves and elm,
she is sewn together.
coconut milk resides within,
slowly sinking it's way into the orange sands
of Maunabo
A sun setting off the Atlantic
but wakens with the roosters' call.
Seeds whisked from the winds of Rio Piedras
land on American shores.
Her heart hues with brillance of a Maga flower,
opening happily to the sounds of coquis.
Nights of salsa and mirangue move her body
As a meal,
she is of pan and white bread
of arroz and pasta
a basket mixed of Golden Sweet Apples and Rhubarb
Of Canepas and Guayabas
a beverage of coquito and egg nog.
In luminous air,
a colorful Taino rainbow mist by the rain
American Pie
Puerto Rican Pride
Dry soil
Born
Her branches want to reach free
to further see
replant her roots
in moist soil
and refine her glee
She is
Born again..


by
Amber L.
copywritten 2009