There’s a piece of Haiti in the corner of my kitchen,
Sitting underneath the window,
Basking in the sunlight.
It traveled such a long way to get here
And brought its scent with it.
This piece of Haiti, which consists of spices from my parent’s native country,
Reminds me of the beautiful country I love, though I’ve never seen.
It fills the kitchen corner with its scent.

I saw it yesterday, lying peacefully in the sunlight,
And leaned in to inhale this piece of Haiti.
The scent of the spices was beautiful.
Perfect.
Took me back to a country I’ve only ever been to in my dreams,
In the stories my parents tell.
I felt like taking up a handful of those spices
So I could carry a piece of Haiti around with me
In my pocket.