For the Stranger by Carolyn Forché
Hello, stranger. Surely you've travelled a long way to reach here. I have also travelled a long way to be here. It has been a worthwhile journey, catapulting me to adulthood. Now, this road is the only rule I live by. I don't know what else is to come in this journey, but something within is urging me to go on living, breathing, writing, reading, each day. Sometime, somewhere, I'll be ready for the next fork in the road. For now, I'm enjoying this moment, by the bay, at peace, knowing I'll get to my destination, someday. For now, here's a poem, my gift to you. For the Stranger by Carolyn Forché Although you mention Venice keepin it on your tongue like a fruit pit and I say yes, perhaps Bucharest, neither of us really knows. There is only this rain slipping through pastures of snow, a sleigh reaching down to touch its buried runners. We meet on the shaking platform, the wind's broken teeth sinking into us. You unwarp your dark bread and share with me the co