|The main room in the hostel|
and out our windows.
They circle around me as I stand still -
They come from New York LA Oregon Oklahoma Boston Detroit.
They don't know me
and ask me for my story.
That same story. . .
"I'm from Pennsylvania but have been living
in the Maryland DC area for the past eight years
as a teacher and then a school principal and last year
I quit my job got rid of most of what I owned and
have been living out of my car traveling for six weeks
and now I'm here because I ran out of gas money and I
love New Mexico I'm working and living at the hostel
and looking for a part time job in town
and writing a book
and cleaning out my body
and starting a new life
Will I repeat the same story
to each weary, beautiful traveler
who drifts in through our doors
and out through our windows?
"Oh and I'm married.
Right - then there's that.
That thing that I'm not really talking about.
But it is finding me here.
Everything will find me here
in this teeny tiny town
without even a post office.
My body has been here
for four days
and my spirit is slowly catching up -
swimming in behind me like a trail of mist
that I have been outrunning
I did an I-Ching reading
It told me my purpose here is
and to learn from a great teacher.
So I find little nooks
away from all the travelers.
The back corner of the top floor,
by the lit-up Christmas tree.
The silent greenhouse
on a warm afternoon.
The hidden hammock
deep in the woods out back.
And I do my best to remember
who I am
for the purification
and for my teacher
|The Rio Grande|