The simple mystery of togetherness,
which I have known quite often,
feels very distant.
I surprise myself -
I sneak around my own corners,
and wonder that I still jump
and shriek
a little.
When I make new patterns,
how long does it take for the universe to make them
with me?
Or is that the wrong question?
Perhaps the universe has its own pattern,
and I move from dance to dance
not knowing the playlist,
but being willing to move,
in unfamiliar ways,
all the same.
It’s clear that my body needs me here,
for I am split into parts.
My body traveled here faster than my soul could,
and my soul is making its way
across the Atlantic,
looking for me.
When it finds me,
will any of this make sense?
I know that loneliness
is one of the payments
I make for freedom,
and adventure of this kind.
-Lisbon, Portugal - 2021
