My sister is a force of magic

She sits and whispers secrets of

how the girls in her grade kiss boys

and how she reads between the lines.

My sister tells me tales

of the newest fantasy book she read

and how they wave their fingers and create magic.

She tells me of a secret trip to Mazatlán

and how friends and her let the breeze trace their tresses

how she met a Mexicaná boy and fell in love.

My sister is the smartest person in the world

she knows every tree in the forest

and every star in the sky.

I ask her to tell me her favorite place on Earth

and she says “there are too many.”

My sister is the girl I want to be one day

beautiful like rose bouquet

mysterious like an unopened jar

wise like any tale teller.

My sister is an unpredictable wave.

We are all blips in the ocean breeze

drops of water vapor --- but she is a tsunami,

a tidal wave I’d like to be swept away in.