Segundo Juan Devora

To be home

Coming off the plane

The mountains of my birth

Sands of my people

The smell of the ocean not far away

Summer sun that bronzes my skin

Living among those who I share my roots with

To be home

The food that lingers on your tongue

A taste that can’t be replicated in other places

Close my eyes as my sense take it all in

I will not think about having to leave

Just enjoy the time I have here

Follow my ancestor’s steps

My whole life has come to this one point

Day #139 SJD