Sometimes I am a meadow of ash trees,
bold and endless,
born under Neptune,
and the shining tears of the sun.
Love is lost under my leaves,
Gods scatter and smile under my shadow,
and some days,
I am the home of the lonely,
letting you inside my heart,
letting you carve your initials into my core.
Sometimes I am a white wave,
purified, curated, created,
blessed and bewildering,
with darkness decorating the parts you’ll never see.
Daughter of bright beaches,
mermaids and laundresses,
twisting arms and making wishes,
making friends with blackberries in the cruel coolness of December nights.
Sometimes I am a meadow of ash trees.
Sometimes I am a white wave.
I am always nervous when meeting new people.
Hola, mi nombre es…