Un año de Quintana Roo...

"The dawn is the closest when the night is in it's darkest hour".
My first days in sand;
Now I sit on tile.
My first days without kitties;
Now I have a sweet, soft, black and white baby.
My first days my head was clouded with boys;
Now my heart is back to me, square one.
My first days my spirituality was sprinkled light years away in stars;
Now I know those stars are my fingertips, eyes and teeth.
My first days I did not miss my family;
Now my heart pumps so strongly at the thought of them I can't even imagine the color
or temperature of this, this throbbing, desert-forsaken organ,
that listens to the wind but hears geckos and rain.