I’m putting all my things back in the suitcase they came from, closing up the little room that was mine for a few weeks and saying goodbye to the summer green around me. Washing clothes, folding and arranging them as lightly as possible in my bag, writing up a wallet-sized budget sheet and making sure all my accounts are in order - because Boston is tomorrow, and then the Bronx a few days later.
I hope that I am saying goodbye to this summer green, because I want to start my seventh semester in New England before it turns to autumn. There’s no way to know yet, but I can say that today I have my daily bread. And for that, I can be glad. It’s enough, and that’s important. What Tala wrote reminds me of thoughts that went through my head this morning, propped up in bed with a headache but reading about Denmark, all the while looking over my next two months and thinking about the different places I’ll be.
i’m watching manhattan across the water. the lines of her sky make such a fine figure.
the clouds are passing over the city in slow migration from the northwest to the southeast. they remind me of camels in a royal procession, carrying silent monarchs. they do look like they are on a pilgrimage,…