What tongue I may have inherited has long since dissolved upon landing. So now the constant challenge is naming while conjugating past and present at once. To walk naked into this astonishing force, a mind not mine from which I am nevertheless breathed among all others––this congregation of dreams, any number of which may condense under pressure, returning to rain a new forecast.
This one parallels my understanding in many ways, different words (which I love) and a different feel (love that too. Broadens the horizon. Much love, Amaya
Much love to you, Amaya! : )