“When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography –
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.”
[Excerpt from BIRD.Neruda]
I’ve gone from a year of non-stop going,
in which I’ve been forced to unwind.
mostly about the last year,
and how amazing it has been.
And when I spend too much time thinking
my mind wanders
and I ask myself,
So as anticipated,
I am craving
I look at my closet and see clothes hanging
rather than thrown into a suitcase.
And I see my passport peeking out
in my bookshelf,
begging to be stamped.
Unused luggage set,
yet to be dragged through airports, planes, taxis, ferries, and cobblestone.
So as of now,
my next trip is officially in the works.
We will meet again soon,
xx hannah jane.