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 was given what I came for.