What is a Country?
Poetry
Published in
Jan 4, 2022
It might be the merengue that moves my feet, the wind shaking off the coconut trees, or the freedom we gifted the dictators. Perhaps it is the voice that raises the Christians, the blood that feeds the river, or the mother who baptizes the child with rum.
It might be the flag borrowed from a land with virtues. A song that everyone knows but no one can hear. The loyalty to a broken promise or the dirt of cheap tears on brown faces.
It might be what I feel or what you don’t, but it makes us this much; conspirators in a galaxy without room for truth.
