December 26th 2008
4am
Philadelphia International Airport
They hit me like waves. One minute I am here, right here. present and accounted for. I am up and moving, *
I was on a pan am jumbo jet. I don’t remember how old I was, but it wasn’t much older than twelve. I was fully *
It was the spring of 1918. The winter had finally passed, as had the rains. The sun had just begun to rise up out of *
One becomes two.
These feelings are omnipresent like second cousins — strangely many years older than we are — visiting from Oaklahoma.
When I walk, barefoot, out *