a sound of music

I am on a farewell tour here in San Diego. Friday, Shelter Island. Saturday, the India Street farmer’s market. Sunday, the San Diego zoo. Looking out the living room window. Driving through Balboa Park. Stopping at the dragon in the front yard on Albatross Street. Honoring the experience of ending things.

A long-time, long-ago friend from Provincetown, Massachusetts texted me a couple of weeks ago, referring to me as his “bohemian, bedouin brother.” I guess I may be stuck on replay in some ways with this life of mine. But there has never been this very time, and these very feelings, in my life before.