the ocean

I keep dreaming about Sao Miguel. I have only been there once, and I was sixteen then.

And I keep dreaming about it.

I think I left a piece of myself there. It is, after all, my history, my culture. My parents' families lived there for some time before emigrating to Canada.

Remembering: Lagoa Azul and its sister Lagoa Verde at Sete Cidades, Ponta Delgada, the pineapple farm, Furnas, the rows of hyrdangea separating the lands, the waterfalls at Ribeira Grande, the ocean, the ocean, the ocean...


I think what I miss the most is the ocean.