Maybe in Medellín

Lush, lush, lush. There’s green everywhere you look. Above the crowded bus stops. Beyond the calle-wrapped hills. Fertility sends its heartbeat through the cracks. What happened here won’t end this, here. Life knows its own, and it goes on.

Come and take what’s offered. Feel the two sides and the energy suspended in-between. This is the magic middle where it meets. I catch glimpses of home, but it’s so far away. I want to walk through tiled doorways and stay for tacos.

Another day.