Sunday night. The bag rests zippered in the corner, the passport's locked n loaded; ive said my goodbyes. Tomorrow I leave. an american portrait reels through my mind's eye: the philly phanatic wires his lucky vibes to the mound. 10 year old boys swirl their shirts above their rally hatted heads beside us. fireworks burst above the field and fall gracefully through the clouds. waves break onto the jetty as the hobycat sails into the horizon. city kids cultivate an organic garden between slabs of philadelphia's torn-up cement. they complain of non-profit corruption, but their eyes hold a twinkle of hope. cheesesteaks drip a cherished grease. flashing neon lights illuminate the wildwood boardwalk; teenagers make out below. the wave circles Giant's Stadium six times before Al Gore introduces Bon Jovi; an inflated Pig floats above carrying the famous words, "United we stand, divided we fall". Carl Rove resigns. America. I have a feeling it may look quite different upon my return five months from now...
A dream awaits, one once lost. Gratitude abounds for i ride on the blessings of so so so many. its all happening.
Family expanded
friendship reunited
mind challenged
the soul's song sung
musical jubilation
deepened understanding
cultural celebration
the Truth betold
absorb Swiss wisdom
extend American grace
fuel hope
in every place
Griffin to all beaches, signing on
