Nostalgia

At the core exists his emptiness Spineless unrest smothers him All due to nature’s wavering obscurity And stumped awareness of inherent security Fear took charge and penetrated his inner skin Seeped into his veins Then settled in marrow And so his depth became shallow Now hostage to self loathe and pity He finds no way home in the big city Far from palms and salt air He missed the signs that spelled beware What lies ahead he has to bare In order for a single soul to care And for awhile, the nightmares Is all, he can share As he walks, he looks down And the pavement becomes his landscape And in it, he would escape And wish it would seal his fate Uuuufffff!!!! With his journey now at stake He knows home he can’t remake And so he daydreams Vivid images of platanos y yucca Begin to form his mental palette He salivates to thoughts of yaniqueque, tamarindo, cereza Y la sonrisa, de Teresa!! His world would change if only, “un poquito” De coco, zapote, chinola Hay que rico!! A Presidente dressed in white, Ay caray!! He so misses his mai and his compay His porch, 4 chairs, and his game table Hollers of pin tin tin fill the air oye loco, pasate con ficha!! capicua!!! Ta trankao!! He’s elated !! Chills run down his spine He’s alive!!! His skin begins to swell As he reminisces to the quiver of the guira Se engranoja, from thoughts of pambiche y mangulina Uuuuuufffffff!!!!! He climaxed and found solace Home was closer than he thought Home he carried with him He’d found the secret of shedding light to his serenity And within, he found Su dios!! Su patria!! Su libertad!! And saved, his sanity -Salvador Martinez