Deep roots draw water
On the weekend of my birthday, Catalina and I wanted to leave the city for a while.
Category Archives: Travel
I’ll end today at home
I am drifting on, like sand.
Warm welcome away
The long drive looked shorter, the destination sweeter, a bed made available, and there I was on the threshold of yet another goodbye.
every which way
We’ve grown every which way.
with the tide
Found myself refracted.
days that frame an age
Launched into the next unexpectable and doubtless exciting phase of life.
good-bye
We knew the hour would come.
Els jardins del Poblenou
As with every travel, I find there are gardens that -look- like gardens, and there are gardens that -are- gardens, no matter how they look on the surface.
The Map of the World – II
My wandering heart
would hold all the world
in me.
the eye that stops the world
The eye that stops the world is the one that winks open, winks closed, and captures a moment as memory forever.
Canção Amiga
Music destined to lift me up, bodily, and carry me south of the equator, to land in a lush, humid, warmly jostling life.
heights
The taste that can’t be described, the heart in the paint in the brushstroke on the canvas, the edge of the reef below which there is blackness, the texture in the plaster applied by a dead mason’s hand.