Sand, Salt and Stones

I keep my mouth shut

cause I am so far

from the places and spaces

I know 

that

If I spoke

I wouldn't know

where                    where              where

           to begin                 to go                 to come from

How did I come?

From the desert 

to the city;

from the mountain 

to the city;

from the ocean

to the city.

From where do I come?

The dry sand

cold stone

salt.

Drifting

always            d r  i   f    t    ing            s i f     t   ing

salt                                                               from the             s e a

stones                                                                       from the                 s a n d.

I am so far from the places and spaces I know.

This city took me

takes me

in

makes me

wonder

Am I wrapped or trapped?

In the deep fibers of history and hustle

I keep my mouth shut

because these spaces and places 

are so far 

from what I know

And I do not know 

how to bring them

here.

speak them

here.

Salt.

Mountain.

Stone.

Desert.

Sand.

Sea.

I wander.

Am I wrapped or trapped?