Dear Raquel 2-13-15

Of all the people who have walked beside me

you are the one that I most hope to meet up with again

to continue on similar paths. 

We are both

wanderers explorers wonders challengers pushers carriers.

We have both

stumbled tripped slipped skidded skipped and ran for our lives

on this journey. I hope that one day

our footsteps stamp the ground at the same time in the same rhythm

beating our drums in line.

And I hope we dance.

But now we are leaving marks in different dirt.

We’re picking flowers in different gardens

and studying different fields.

We are on different continents

tu en espanol y mi en ingles

you with argentines and me with farmers.

And I am glad for it.

I’m glad that we are two unique; two separate.

The hammer the scythe the paintbrush the canvas

the mast the hull the shoe the lace the anchor and the ship.

Although I am here and you are there, you are here and I am there.

You may be learning

You may be exploring

You may be turning

You may be scoring

You may be happy

You may be sad

You may be angry

You may be healing

You may be hungry

You may be satisfied

You may be in my mind

But you are

Away,

Missed,

Thought of,

Loved.