Clap When You Land

If you are not from an island,you cannot understand what it means to be of water:to learn to curve around the bend, to learn to rise with rain,to learn to quench an outside thirstwhile all the whileyou grow shallowuntil there is not one dropleft for you.I know this is what Tia does not say. Sand & soil & sinew & smiles:all bartered. & who reaps? Who eats?Not us. Not me.

Gorgeous. As always, I am miles behind and am now intent on catching up with Acevedo's oeuvre.