It’s been a year since I first inhaled the crisp Chicago air. The trees then were starting to exhibit rapture of colors covering my path with their fallen leaves. It is good to discover that at 34 their are still multitude of things that surprise me. I was a child again if only for a brief moment ~ exploring, seeing and experiencing things for the first time. But it is fleeting. Reality sets in, and I wake up one morning in the peak of my first winter realizing that this is not home.
You welcomed me with your cold embrace
Showered me with leaves, like confitti, from your trees.
Their dying colors doubled my sadness.
Your quick to console me with your snow flakes kisses.
I don’t see myself growing old in a place like this.
Even in your shelter I feel homeless.
I wanted to bring winter home if only for a day, for that’s one reason of my coming here. The best moments lasted only for a day and that’s what I wanted to take home. On chilly winter nights, I dream of the endless sunny days of the place I’ve known and left. But I know I could never really go back. So I embraced the passing of time, I seized the fleeting change of seasons and am starting to build a life far from I used to live. I am a Filipino after all ~ resilient.
It’s been a year now, the air I breath reminds me of the time when I arrived. I watch the trees transforming back to colorful raptures. It doesn’t surprise me anymore as much when I first saw it. But I am enlightened, I am less surprised for I now understand. And that is important.