The Journey

Y entonces llegó un poeta y le puso palabras a todo lo que había pasado en el último lustro... Y me salí de mí para verme... Verme ahora con la sudadera azul y el chai latte y el Boston contra Yankees... Y mis amaneceres y mis perros y mis desayunos largos y el cine y los viajes y mis conversaciones con los sabios y los queridos y las caminatas despacito y mis lecturas nocturnas y la música y mi periodismo y ver todo lo que ya empecé... Ver mi cabeza por dentro, donde cada vez entra más luz... Ver mi fortaleza, mi amor y mi agradecimiento... Ver mis ganas, mis ganas... No, no hay mejor cosa que la reimaginación... Es sólo entender que you are just arriving...


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"One of the difficulties of leaving a relationship is not so much, at the end, leaving the person themselves — because, by that time, you’re ready to go; what’s difficult is leaving the dreams that you shared together. And you know that somehow — no matter who you meet in your life in the future, and no matter what species of happiness you would share with them — you will never, ever share those particular dreams again, with that particular tonality and coloration. And so there’s a lovely and powerful form of grief there that is the ultimate of giving away but making space for another form of reimagination".

THE JOURNEY

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.