The trip is truly a mixture. I have greatly enjoyed being able to see my oldest daughter. That's been a blessing. I am however homesick- missing my wife tremendously, and beginning to feel a bit emotional already about the fact that when I leave, my youngest will be staying behind. So the emotions for the trip are a bit like taking a jar and putting the good and the bad together and shaking them up. What you get is pretty messy emotionally.
Writing has been difficult. Still a sampling of my journal from the last few days:
- These are not afterthoughts / That spill over the levee / But plateaus of articulation
- Things I wanted to say in deep cobalt blue
- Raining syllabic utterances
- His skin circumcised by a combination / Of sun and shifty motivations
- We saw in him all the signs / Of a man able to straddle / the Continental divide