Best Poems Written by Diana Lucio

Blossom

Four or five years past, 

The plane lands in Monterrey, Mexico.

Approaching the gate, the humidity hits me,

I wipe my brow – it’s blistering hot,

The salt still stings my vision.

I clutch my luggage near, 

Anxious anticipation, my mind clenches, 

Stomach knotted, I know it’s been five summers.

Last time I saw her, 

She was but a child – 

Eager to impress, quick to compare.

Then there she is, waiting with the others.

From afar, I notice she is mature now.

As I grow closer I see her new complexion,

Her once-short hair, long outgrown,

We both say hello.

Still quick to compare, eager to impress,

She flaunts herself like she’s something special.

I look at myself critically; cautiously, carefully I compare.

She and I are from different worlds,

Different positions.

Last time I saw her, she was but a child. 

I, child quick and eager no longer.

She and I, we’re different,

The difference? She has merely been fertilized; 

I have blossomed already.

Copyright © Diana Lucio | Year Posted 2011