Puerto Rico

I lay awake with anticipation
Waiting for tomorrow.
In just a few hours I will be
Leaving for the most enchanted island
In the Atlantic Ocean,
Puerto Rico. I cannot wait
For the excitement I know I will feel
When the plane descends from the clouds.
The first thing I see
Is the protector of San Juan,
El Morro, and I get the sense of
Being home.
My excitement doubles as I lay
On the beach with the
Sun’s rays warming my skin.
As I cool off with a piña colada.
I walk down the street,
Letting the Spanish conversations wash
Over me like a gentle breeze.
I take in all the different
Pastel colored houses on my journey.
At night I sit on the swing
And listen to the unique cries of the coquí.
I close my eyes and picture
My grandparents growing up here
And my father playing in the
Streets every summer.
During the hot afternoons,
I walk among the palm trees eating a piraqua de piña.
I hear the nearby radios playing my
Favorite Reggeton artists
Like Daddy Yankee and Don Omar,
Who sing about the different
Neighborhoods on the island.
At least once I visit the
Little fishing town where my
Grandfather grew up.
As my trip comes to an end,
I began to feel depressed.
I don’t want to leave such a
Beautiful place.
Bu before I leave I must have at
Least one empanalilla and some crunchy,
Crispy chicharrones.
As the plane ascends into the sky,
I look out my window and watch
The beautiful, historic, and enchanted island
Shrink into the blue depths of the water.