This is what I’ve learned since arriving in Savannah on Thursday May 8th:
Go out there
Go to where the grass turns into a tarnished gold
and the tree stands
languishing and weary with the weight of itself
Go to where the meadow ends and
the living things are nearly gone and
where there seems nowhere else left to go
and then keep going.
Just a little beyond the lost trace
of a trail, keep going
just a little bit further than it makes sense to.
Keep going just a little past that place
you had decided was the farthest you could go.
And then watch as your unfathomably inextinuishable
hope rises,
hungry and wild, once more.
While most of the time she was in good spirits,
on occasion it all turned to one great desert.
At these times, she would find a need
to call upon the moon dragon
and go off,
reminding herself of all the magic in the world.
