Rainfall con Agua.

Rainfall con Agua.

Why is the rainfall so quick and repetitive?

Why is it so annoying?

Why does it do that?

What is it?

Absurdism.

Accept and acknowledge

Everything

As is.

The point of life

Isn’t to put

Everything

On a

Trail!

Release and

Relinquish yourself

From the lies you have been

Feeding yourself.

Lies your plagued

Ancestors,

The ones who’ve sent me

Here

To free you,

Suffered from

Like vines with thorns

Wrapping at their

Souls.

Claustrophobia.

If you want to question

Question with curiosity

Not with intent to diminish.

An ocean.

My first love and

Now my fear.

Fear caused by isolation.

Virus.

Fear caused by separation.

From her.

Mi océano.

I felt trapped

In your embrace

Like I couldn’t breathe.

Trauma

Weighing on me

Como cadenas.

Santa Muerte.

Floating.

Staring.

I see you.

I feel you.

I am you.

I am.

Little boy loved the

Ocean.

He wanted to be connected to her.

Forever.

Curious,

He curled into a ball

And allowed her to

Take him on a trip.

No restraints.

No pushback.

Solamente

La calma.

During his journey he

Discovered fishes and

crabs and hermits and

Seaweed and shiny rocks

And clams and and

And…

Why couldn’t I just float there?

Forever?

In peace.

Just being.

Like this rapid rainfall.

Tap tap tapping above my head.

April showers

Bring May flowers.

Girasol.

Dame sol.

Para mi soul.

4.29.2023 | 12:30 PM

Poetry by CÁMO (aka LA REINA TAÍNA)