My Family

I've been sitting here for 20 minutes
typing out shards of pieces of
descriptions of people who
color my life.
But I can't settle.
I know too many beautiful people
with too many wonderful things
to attempt to capture.

I guess this is
writers ADD.

I'm in a room with golden walls
with my brothers and sisters
who are laughing,
singing,
dancing,
doing life together.

I love these people.

And I'm astounded by the
family resemblance:
Dominican,
Argentine,
African,
Mexican,
black hair,
brown hair,
blonde.

But looking face-to-face,
we're obviously related.
We are one group,
one family.

I can't wait to do
great things
with them.
I can't wait to
see us change.

Look out central Texas:
HERE WE COME.