Floating

nostalgia fills my nose
with the smell of fish soup

i am five years old
sitting at abuela's dining room table

i take breaks between sips
of clear yellow broth

to run back and forth
from rough green carpet

to kitchen-brown linoleum
to peek tippy toe

as i lift the top of the pot
on the stove

and giggle at floating fish heads bobbing
up and down and fish eyes that stare back at me

i am five years old
and i love fish soup
 

by Mariposa María Teresa Fenández