Poem inspired by: “But here’s something I always forget about travel loneliness…When you finally accept that you are on your own, when making friends no longer matters and when you turn your attention to other subjects, it vanishes. “ –Matt Gross
The Heaviness of Mementos I Keep
Sometimes I feel as though I’m a tourist in my own life.
Destination after destination, looking for keepsakes of my travels.
I collect faces and their expressions;
experiences and their many sordid lessons;
various mementos that signal hazy memories
that float up in my mind.
I overhear fragments of conversation
With a memento in my hand,
I peer inside a dusty yet fragrant café.
I see a familiar face, smiling and beckoning me in.
I amble in.
Ready to stay awhile on this trip
that is my life.
....Pictures taken in Australia, 2006.