Of course my adventure was not over when I began traveling home. I have been reunited with my backpack, and here is a poem.
It came as no surprise when I walked into my country with only my words.
When I guessed that to live well I needed little and chose the neededs in a delicate way and packed the neededs neatly, away.
It came as no surprise when I was held up or turned back of course I'm not let through of course I'm not yet home. of course I've only my leather boots and canvas pants and woolen top when I walk into my country with only my words.
Then even the neededs were among the things not nearby Robbin said that if she got a tattoo it would be an acorn Because it's a package and all that it needs is inside.
I have kept words by. Sometimes it takes words a long time to arrive. Sometimes it takes me a long time to arrive. I would be a place where words arrive, where they remain. Pertenecer-- to stay, but also to belong, to pertain.
Leaving well to one side I'd attempt to write while to meet words in their tired skilled travelingness While hungry, while hollow, while restless while on a bumpy ride while distracted, while called upon, while unmovingly calm in a tent, mountaintop, ship; rut, ecstacy, crisis
It came as no surprise that a trip which took much took all but my words. Meanwhile, right now people walk towards not even their country with not even their words.