And my mind right along with it
I'll exist there in uncertainty
Certain that it is the only place
Right then and there to be.
Yeah, at times I wish I knew where
It's all leading other than death
For it's between birth and death
That it gets interesting.
Two or three years on the island of my mind
Out go the shoots and tendrils of a life
Into the soil of dreams and sometimes harsh reality
Wet and dry, sterile and fecund with the ripeness
Of endless permutative possibilities
Is it yet I've found a home for my restless heart and mind?
Tis the world I think that I embrace
Too full and rich at times …
Spilling over in tears and blood and love
Engulfing me in joy
Of the woman I've come to love
my family, friends and people I love
The commonality of our struggle
In living and loving our lives.
David McCullough
January 26, 2014
Old San Juan, Puerto Rico
