it takes me back
again
like so many things do
to that morning
in the breakfast room
in Cartagena
with those people
who came with me
or
perhaps
with whom
I came to
find myself,
and now
I’ve come to find myself
putting cream
instead
in my cup of black coffee
each morning
with this new person
who came to find
the parts of me
I didn’t know existed
then