El Yunque Meditation Triolet

I walk alone, along the teardrops of my ancestors

Tears eternal / roar down the mountain towards the turquoise sea

I walk a path where my abuelita, born in Fajardo, never dared to go

I walk alone, along the teardrops of my ancestors

In El Yunque, where my abuela warned my mother to never go

Where her childhood stories told of people who disappeared, never to be found

I walk alone, along the teardrops of my ancestors

Tears eternal / roar down the mountain towards the turquoise sea.