departure from san juan

a poem about moving away from puerto rico to michigan

Photo by Stephanie Klepacki on Unsplash

In the hush of a dew-kissed dawn,
where the ocean whispers to timid sands,
I watched my world shrink through oval glass—
San Juan, a tapestry of lights, fading softly
as if the stars themselves were dimming.

The plane, a silver bird too eager in its flight,
climbed higher, and my heart clung
to the green arms of E…