The scent of another continent
The wind chimes of dialect and accents
Neighborhood customs forgiving my foreign attempt to be respectful in proper form
Embracing my humility and choosing to allow me to learn
Rebellious outsiders redesigning traditions from within
Timezones and bodies of waters reminding me how little time we truly have
How limiting expectations are
How adventurous the mind desires to exist as
In travel
I seek the sounds, waters, lands, warmth
Where my truth belongs
I don’t root because my wings expand
I’d root if the nest was sturdy and the branches felt like Home
The feel of another continent
My skin immersed in languages
Excited goosebumps at communication achieved
Teach Me
Committed to memory every inch of the circles I have run
I see the sun
And wonder what she looks like
Over another mountaintop
Do not look for me
I’m a happy castaway
A chosen runaway
Leaving behind structures and alleys tagged with my laughter
I want to be unknown and roam through canals and markets
Take in views of humanity’s arts in total invisibility
I want to learn the world
While I still tiptoe on its rotation
It’s not a need for a vacation
Or relocation
Urgent response to emergency curiosity
Cabin fever since 1975
Walked the line of born into task lists
No more boxes for me to check
Is this freedom?
From another view of the equator I aim to scream


You can't give your life more time, so give the time you have left, more life


Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.