I daydreamed the places I'd go, the sights I'd see- but no one told me the people I'd be. How the things I’d know- would shake, shatter, and mold. That I could be, more than one me. Philosophy I'd held as identity, could be ransacked & turned to something raw and tender. I'd defy attributes so vehemently considered my nature, and the relationships I'd make would become like a mirror. I pictured the planes, trains, and cars- but not the fractals of my heart they would continually move, yet, frozen in history. I believe, among all these, there is one me- but a me, that only exists in this moment of time, being defined, by those places and people and experiences combined- and in every passing moment- I'm leaving her behind! That girl, in that place, with those people, and that time.
This poem came sitting in my stomach before a last minute trip to yosemite.