Featured Illustration: Sebastian Biggeri
You’d rather plant roots
Than search for them
What are trees made of
Whatever you cannot deny
Is it the immigrant experience
Or just experience
Do I trivialize it by wondering if it’s just another way to soul-search
This is a process
You are the process
Henna like lace over your wrists
Peeking out from under your scrubs
From your lab coat
Your graduation gown
Your leather gloves
Your fatigues
This is your coat of arms
This is your Declaration of Independence
It’s an experience
It’s the experience, because it’s yours
And here you are now
The scientist
The poet
The seeker
Ready to begin.