Claridad

Only in Puerto Rico
have I seen butterflies by the sea
burn in the mystic vibrations of Chango's tears
and the fire spirits of caciques & cacicas

only in Puerto Rico
where in Orocovis
deep deep in the mountains / in the heart
in the thunderous neverending echoes of countless coquis
under the new moon Boricua sky
waxing into full luna shining against naked planets and stars
illuminating my blackest night

I hear my mother's voice
clear as day.