Baltimore, gradschool, poetry

continue to walk in the world

with snow boots. Still navigating knee-deep curving trenches through the snowbanks of Charles Village, some so narrow you have to walk like you’re on a balance beam. The snow sits on the ground. But we’re back on campus, at last. It’s great to have classes again: theory, seminar, reading series, the whole nine. I even got into a practice room tonight.

We never know what we have lost, or what we have found.
We are only ourselves, and that promise.
Continue to walk in the world. Yes, love it!

He continued to walk in the world.

RPW, from “Audubon: A Vision”