SANTIAGO

When the journey ends,
The stillness is a sad pool,
Swirling sentiments.

Two days in Santiago after arriving, I don't have the urge to get up early and walk. The drive that kept pulling me forward comes to a halt. A post sadness weighs heavy on me. Like after the holidays, or a completion of a major project, or birthing a baby. There is always a meloncholy pause between an ending and the beginning of something else.Read more