I got what I came for, I thought.

It surprised me that I didn’t disappoint me. And not a Pulitzer in sight.

A black-bearded man, though. And a thousand poems.

My siblings under water in the pool. The dog’s fur. The family home.

Sitting with my parents in Spain. Olives and ham.

I love this.

All this, I thought. All this, though I came to this world feet first, naked, and empty handed.


I was welcome here,

I thought of this world.

I think,

I was given what I came for.