Each year, the Youth Programs team publishes an anthology of the student work created in Writers in the Schools residencies. The team chooses a title for the anthology from one of the student poems published in the book. This year, that poem is “The Beach” by Valeria Ruiz Tapia. You can read it right here.
The anthology will be available for sale after its launch at the 2024 Portland Book Festival on Saturday, November 2.
The Beach
Valeria Ruiz Tapia
I’m excitedÂ
I would feel my mom tapping on my shoulder
I had only slept a few hours because I was too excited to sleep the night before
I would take my bag already packed and get on the carÂ
I would listen to my dad’s playlistÂ
I would sing the songs with himÂ
I would see the sky through the window
“No mires la ventana que te vas a marear”Â
I would stop looking at the window
I would fall asleepÂ
“Ya llegamos”
I would wake up
I would feel the butterflies in my stomachÂ
I would feel the sand in my feetÂ
I would feel the spume in my legs
I would feel the wind in my hairÂ
I would feel my dad’s hand holding mine
I would feel so muchÂ
I would feel so stronglyÂ
I dreamÂ
I dream of not being able to sleep for the excitementÂ
I dream of packing my bagsÂ
I dream of taking a long trip
I dream of listening to my dad’s playlistÂ
I dream of looking at the window and then falling asleepÂ
I dream of waking upÂ
I dream of feeling the heat in my bodyÂ
I dream of standing in the same land againÂ
I dream of the butterflies
I dream of my dad’s hand holding mine
I dream of going back to the beachÂ
I have a beach here.
I have written your name in its sand
I have seen your clouds in its skyÂ
I have crossed a river
I have climbed a mountainÂ
I have felt youÂ
I have felt your burning sun and rays of sunshineÂ
reminding me we cannot separate from each other
I have hidden myselfÂ
I have hidden you
I have grown up
I have not forgotten youÂ
I have you under my skinÂ
I protect you like thatÂ
l have you inside of meÂ
so that I can’t feel without feeling youÂ
No matter where my body feels
Every grain of sand and every butterfly
It’s you
No matter where I hide, or what coast I find myself in
You are still here
And it is your coast, your sand and your windÂ
where I belong.