A thousand kilometers stretch
between my book collections,
and life is halved and doubled;
each homecoming a resumed reading;
every departure an aborted one

but departures as well as returns
include both implications
of the peculiarities of travel;
of the nature of movement;
the going and the coming
in the Yin & Yang of relocation,
when all homecomings carry,
in themselves, departures and fare thee wells;
every leaving housing an appearance, a reunion

The two characteristics of the journey
are life and death,
confusingly and blindingly similar;
birth and demise in one gaze;
thus a dichotomy of the elastic present
and an entanglement across the distances;
shortening and lengthening of thoughts and emotions;
acceleration and deceleration
in a playfully serious tug-of-war;
the undulating steel song of the rail
through the depths of great forests;
an intertwining of lives

But since my northern habitat is inhabited
by Anna and the animals,
and therefore always in flux,
whereas my southern abode is a man cave
and a retreat,
where everything is as it was
when I return,
their Yin & Yang are wrung out of equilibrium,
oscillating like two celestial objects
of different mass and density,
caught in a cosmic dance;
a vast ellipse of living;
a powerful imbalance
of closeness and desolation;
of silence and voices,
of that which was and that which becomes,
of missing and the joy of reuniting;
of love and the longing for love;
of hunger for solitude
and the leap out of loneliness;

The movement in itself pregnant with revelations
on the threshold of the unforeseen
that sprouts in every crack of existence,
out of the potentiality of a myriad worlds
wrapped in an immeasurably thin veil
of time and space
in the tremendous creative power
of every wasted second