(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
walks in the mist and the rain and the fog,
looks at the coast, at the giant rocks in the sea,
climbs and descends and laughs to itself,
anxious to arrive, sleeping on its feet, dreaming
of still days in the sun with its lover
perched on the couch watching mindless movies
that don’t mean shit, and slowly,
as the forest closes closer, as the day goes on,
as each foot moves automatically on the paved road,
realizes, it is not possible to enjoy
when there are circumstances,
when there is so much at fault in the world,
when you can’t tell while sitting in a bar in Asturias
whether to not have a job means a loss of purpose
or a gain of time, and slowly,
say over a lifetime, realizes, if there is one thing
that is truly realized, one truth that is understood,
one subtle corner of this complicated life
that becomes easier, then it is okay, then it is okay.
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