Moving, Always

Moving. Always.

Yes, home again.
After 17 days on the road.
In the air,
in hotels,
in meetings,
in rehearsals,
in concert halls,
in lecture halls,
in receptions,
in universities,
in homes and apartments,
in museums,
in trains
and cars and ferries and buses and taxicabs,
in restaurants
and bars and coffee houses and clubs,
in elevators
and up and down stairs
and escalators and sidewalks
and sometimes wondering
where the heck I was going but all-times
having a great time getting there
and back.

Next week I begin another trip.
Five cities.
Six planes.
Eighteen days.
I will be looking up at trees
for partridges.


Alex Shapiro November 2009

Posted over on her site Notes From The Kelp