← All poemsOn this day I arrived in New York.
On this day I arrived in London.
On this day I arrived in Stockholm.
Three cities.
Three lives.
Three times I chose to begin.
The world calls it the day of fools
but I have always known —
it is the day of the brave,
the day of the ones
who pack their whole life
into a suitcase
and say: again.
Again I will bloom.
Again I will begin.
Again I will walk
into a city I do not yet know
and make it mine.
New York gave me fashion.
London gave me art.
Stockholm gave me home.
And each time,
on the first of April,
the girl with three names
crossed a threshold
and became
someone new
and someone
more herself.
Today the day has not yet found you.
But the day is not over.
And you —
you who have arrived
in three cities,
in three lives,
in three versions
of your own becoming —
you know better than anyone:
the bloom comes.
It always comes.