I belong in the ocean and I worship the sun     but the Caribbean jungle is not where I’m from.     In a neighborhood café on this gloomy September day     I’m writing from the city that was once was my home.     Our rain lasts for days     weeks, maybe months    ...

  With sand in my hair and mud between my toes     I bid farewell to the tropics and trekked to the paved pathways     of my favorite city instead.     I entered the tangled maze     stopping to smell the roses     quickly remembering     why this city     has always...