There is a small window
out of which displays the cloudy sunlit
mountains of Galicia

There is a couple
two strangers who now share weeks of experience
reading back their journeys to each other
looking at memories in photos
understanding that, soon, they must separate
in order to return to their obligations and promises

There is an aged roof
pieced together by centuries of labor
now neatly covered, spackled
for the protection of this modern pilgrim

There is a girl
top bunk across from me
strong handshake, deep blue eyes that
instantly force me into her soul
wishing and wanting so much life from life

There are twenty of us
different heritages, different paths
all of us with different smells, sounds, customs
different directions come tomorrow
but all of us living together, somehow
with this unspoken bond
that this life we have chosen has thrust upon us

There are many, many different moments
occurring all at once in this room
in the land of the forest people
all existing because of and for
the necessity of love

 

 

 

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(written on camino)