Sunday, August 05, 2007

i sat this afternoon among strangers, my back curved along the old wood pew next to the window. the seats filled around me with a mother speaking french to her children, couples with bags of fruits and vegetables from the farmers' market. i rested my head on a shelf behind me after writing many dreams with pen and paper. i was trying to move some things out of my brain. trying to rest and organize my insides a bit at the same time. i have been traveling for weeks, and i am weary of the road now. i want to go home.

a woman asks to join me. i can tell she is smart and full of life, and i want to be her friend. there are no other chairs. she eats her sandwich eagerly. i think for a moment of starting a conversation, but she looks above me out at the sky. the man next to me gets up to get some water. his eyes are kind as he returns, and he tells me that i must be deep in thought. it is a question, and i say yes. his skin is soft and his accent sweet, and i sense he can see right through me. when i finally stretch my body from it's sleepyness, i smile at him again. he tells me not to think too much, and it is a blessing i try to receive.

1 comment:

tami schuch said...

oh becca, those are good words to remember, about not thinking too much.

safe travels and a restful return home.

xo
tami