About My Peregrinations

Shrouded was I in all the
to-ing and fro-ing, red
polka dot purse in tow,
foreign currency, passport,
a barrette holding hair.

I had acquiesced to all
necessary doings. Gloating,
hung a wreath on the door, been
nothing short of decorous
then only quieted down.

What spring would bring, Adrienne,
that in God’s erudition would
be typed up, written, even my
peregrinations, and colluding
with something ineffable.


Day 10. My calendar says, it’s April 10, as I typed this, but at night, 9PM, whereas in New York, it’s 9AM. It’s 11 April in New Zealand, guys. If you live so far ahead in time, the rest of the world seem like laggards or something. Also wherever you are the air you breathe seemed different too. Which is why …travel and if you lack the money then these days you could “travel” through Instagram stories. I’ve been overdosing on sakuras in Japan, and other blossoms in Paris and London. It’s almost like being there yourself. Almost, of course, being the key word. But it’s as real-time as it gets. Anyway you’ve guessed it, Robert Brewer has travel on his mind.


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