I Am Just Passing Through Poem by Jona PoloRamirez

I stopped by this continent
And picked up part of my life,
A continuity of my existence,
A task of tough survival
Written in each line of my palms,
A survival reflected on the line of my forehead,
A smile of victory, over the oddities of life
Entrenched in the color of my skin.

I picked up a book and read through,
I am not alone - I've learned,
In time of happiness friends abound,
Then tragedy strikes! I am abandoned
On a crossroad, four intersections:
The North, South, East, and West,
They are a beckon to my homesick spirit.

Lines of a country song reminds me of home,
A pinch of pain in my heart: memory hurts,
My life's parallels reflected in the country I am at,
The songs of Johnny Cash in my uncle's voice,
The 80's ladies in my older sister and cousin's
Song of the past: a beckon to my aching heart.

I tried to re-construct this crossroad into one,
The task was humongous, I have to pull myself
Together, or lost the sanity of my world.
I saw the end of the 'Tunnel' north of where I was,
And a star so bright with color blue and green,
I tried to fly over but my feet won't budge - it
Urged me instead to wander a while longer in this
Humongous crossroad, and be lost for a while.

My life is still a multi-experience - an encounter
With what's in this world for now, my journey is in
Progress from the river where I came from
Connected by a stream following the bay - which
Is but a part of this body of water surrounding
This continent where I am:
My borrowed home in a borrowed world.

When I cross that humongous body of water,
I know I will go back to the river where I came from:
The 'River' that nurtures the village where I was born...