Dark and Deep-
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Sometimes, the way people get songs stuck in their heads, I get poetry. Lately 'Stopping By Woods on a Snow Evening' has been background noise in my mind. And even then, just that final stanza.
I believe it is the grace of this section- the remembered mileage, the promises unfulfilled, the darkness and deepness of it all- that gets to me. The inevitably of continuing on...
Especially now as I gear up for yet another move. The suitcases will come out, soon, and I will stare at them for a while, putting off the inevitable. Then they will become the woods- dark and deep- and empty- until I remind myself of the promises that I have made and I have to keep.
Only then will the packing happen. It will and in the frantic flurry of folded clothing and measured shoves, I will think about all of this mileage. All of the roads I have driven, flights I have flown, seas I have sailed. And I will think about the thousand sleepless hours of travel- the ones on the train station floors or airport baggage claims, with neon clocks mocking me. Or the nights shoving too many people into one hotel room. Or the heartbeats counted on a plane, staring blindly at the flight map, wishing to hell that my legs were shorter.
What promises have I made to go through all of that?
Promises of a welcome home hug- and those I keep.
Much love, all.
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