As Nancy is about to leave for 3 weeks on her summer trip, I was thinking about the time we’d be apart and found a poem that touched me. I wanted to pass it along and wish you both a great trip. Looking forward to seeing you in Marfa.
“I heard splashing on the boat Her bare feet And sensed in our faces The hungry dusk My heart swaying between her And the street, the road I don’t know where I found the strength To free myself from her eyes To slip from her arms She stayed, crying through rain and glass Clouded with grief and tears She stayed, unable to cry Wait! I will come Walking with you.”—Miguel Otero Silva, Venezuelan poet and novelist, born in 1908.
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and for one of those laser pointers from McDonald Observatory that looks as if it touches the stars.
and Radar, Chainsaw, Meatball, Cheeseball, Oatmeal, and Button Omelet.
and a yellow pocket knife and a cinema to go see Bruno.
and another three hours this evening to finish the blog before our 9 AM wake-up call.
and more space on Nancy's computer, a plan for the "Dudd" pool, and tomorrow to last forever.
and a room we can talk in that doesn't involve holding in laughter while Mark is sleeping in the bed six feet away.
and the fastest eight hour drive we've ever done (to Marfa tomorrow).
and NO RAIN in AMARILLO (or the ramp is off).
and the hunt for food that is not Mexican continues.
a restaurant that is not Mexican, no alarms, and an empty swimming pool.
an easy way to download audio files on blogger
and lightning at Walter DeMaria's Lightning Field in Quemado, NM
and a slow day with nothing much happening so we don't have to update the blog.
and a day in the desert sun that doesn't produce a headache.
and luck for tomorrow's drive.
and a helium tank (CHECK), a pilot (CHECK), and a night's sleep consisting of more than five hours (CHECK).
AND A MOTEL IN FLAGSTAFF THAT HAS HIGH SPEED INTERNET, SWEET DREAMS BEFORE WE WAKE UP TO GET THERE, AND OUR LATEST VIDEO TO UPLOAD FASTER THAN EVER BEFORE!
and margaritas and a good meal in Las Vegas.
and Ed Ruscha at Bryce Canyon
AND a fast internet connection and a working dryer in Panguitch, UT
When we say "searching for the center", we do not mean Center, Texas
2 comments:
mark thank you for getting the water bottle, eye lashes, and film!! muuuuaaaa
As Nancy is about to leave for 3 weeks on her summer trip, I was thinking about the time we’d be apart and found a poem that touched me. I wanted to pass it along and wish you both a great trip. Looking forward to seeing you in Marfa.
“I heard splashing on the boat
Her bare feet
And sensed in our faces
The hungry dusk
My heart swaying between her
And the street, the road
I don’t know where I found the strength
To free myself from her eyes
To slip from her arms
She stayed, crying through rain and glass
Clouded with grief and tears
She stayed, unable to cry
Wait! I will come
Walking with you.”—Miguel Otero Silva, Venezuelan poet and novelist, born in 1908.
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