“Traveling is almost like talking with men of other centuries.” René Descartes

RETURN

For Christopher

Return, remake, remember.
Wake yourself from sorrow’s tremblor.
Return the key to your escape.
Step back into love’s embrace.
Remake rooms that make you safe.
Hold your present close and wait,
Byzantium lies near to Brooklyn.
Darbukas beat a nightsong tender,
Pulse and steer your New York gait;
Gives you new and stronger wings.
Return, remake, remember things.