Meditations on Leaving
On the eve of my departure, I remember hauling my belongings across three states to be here. I recall squinting at the spectacle of tiny birds settled on tree branches, many delicate throats making a tune that takes the route of air to meet me. In this place, I endured the glacial taste of a strange language until understanding made me a friend. It took five years to love this city to the edge of adoption. Home of lush greenery that you can uproot to discover a continent of red sand. The red sand follows you everywhere. Under the floodlight of stars or a handsome sun.
