Last night I had dreams of Trinidad warm breeze
Fresh off a plane with unpacked suitcasesSeeing my grandfather smile, hammocks and banisters
Flashes of my life fast forwarded reappeared to me-
with stills of certain momentsNow I'm at a place I haven't been before
I don't think I will stay here very long
Blend of burnt orange red fall leaves on the pavementVibrant colors distract me
Tickle my feet, I'm actually sitting in a massage chair at a nail salon
Bootleg clear version of eat, pray and love play on the toshiba flat screen
Loud Buses pass on Flatbush avenue as I look at the sun reflecting off its windows
I have enough knowledge to know where I'm going
Blessed
Today I surrendered and decided to BE.
