To ride back in the white taxi van heading to Rio Piedras,
to cross the Moscoso Bridge lined with patriotism.
To sleep in the cold white walled prison, Plaza Universitaria,
intoxicated by Refugio's caneca shots,
sipping Medellas on the beach.
Listening to bilingual spoken words of freedom, African ancestry, Taino tales, and Spanish soliloquies,
gratified city buildings, bus seats, bathroom stalls,
El Teatro's alter of rolled up prayers to God
lifted by loud whispering coquis.
Comiendo mofongo con pollo con salsa criollo,
tastebuds filled from spiced tomatos combined with plantains and chicken.
Waking up each day a new search, another pursuit of purpose,
poetry and understanding life's experiences
en español y inglés.