We shared our breakfast in silence as usual. We split the newspaper, YOU had the news, I read the arts; YOU had coffee, I drank tea.
It was Sunday with blackbirds singing…as usual,
…when suddenly YOU said:
“I need to find myself… alone”
I looked at you: YOUR familiar face glazing with sorrow still smiled.
Shellshocked, I blurted:
“I can make the dishes.. today… forever.”
YOU ceased grinning and wordlessly fled the kitchen.
Two minutes later the taxi arrived and you departed with only two duffel-bags you must have packed last night.
I thought I knew US, but now I’m searching too. You taught me that self is crucial to finding.
The way is this: there is no beginning or end to the treasure-hunt we call us, but I know that when YOU finally find yourself there is nothing left of US inside me.
Today Merrill host Prosery at dVerse where we embed a line from a poem in prose that should be limited to 144 words. The line Merrill has chosen is
“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end” from Jo Harjo’s “A Map to the Next World.”
June 7, 2021