A Journey Beyond Sight: Rediscovering Mexico’s Soul with Reece O’Bryan

No whispers of bluegrass in the breeze, no more,

Just the aroma of chilies and the distant mariachi’s roar.

Kentucky’s sunsets, a memory warm and gold,

Traded for the city’s heart, a tale yet untold.

Though my eyes are dark, they still see the world anew,

Cobblestone symphonies, morning hues from a street vendor’s view.

Children’s laughter bounces off weathered walls,

A different rhythm, a life where one never stalls.

Gone is the gentle swing of the porch’s sway,

Replaced by the bustling noise of a vibrant day.

Buskers strum their guitars, melodies bright,

Chasing away the darkness with music’s light.

I feel the city’s texture, worn yet alive,

Balconies overflowing, where stories thrive.

The scent of jacaranda blooms, a fragrant, purple rain,

A world unseen, felt with a heightened, different strain.

Though Kentucky whispers linger in my soul, it’s true,

Mexico City’s heartbeat, vibrant and new.

In this land of contrasts, I find my way,

A newcomer embracing a brand new day.