Una Poema

Published: May 3rd 2013
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I'm in the plane, about to land

Two weeks away from home

I see the trees and all the sand

Touch down, Disembark,

Our adventure has just begun.

We all survived the van ride,

But that was just step one.


I am climbing, carefully.

I am clutching the rope.

I am standing still.

I am clutching nothing.

I am listening to a countdown...

"Dos, Tres!"

I am silent, I am breathing -- and then --

I am flying.

I am touching nothing.

I am spiraling, I am free...

And now I am wet.


Here we are, alone.

Children run and play and live

And pull out my hair.


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