A journey has a quality of lingering after its end. These are from the Vegas portion of last week’s sojourn. I got sick at the end of the trip and my realities kind of collided–came off the road in the harsh spring wind and went to bed. Then started poking about and complaining–a kind of convalescence. I feel sad about not really being able to absorb the trip on my return because of this. Still hope to.
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 