The Road Between Here and There
I leaned on the ship’s railing at the stern, a 10-year-old boy with virtually no notion of where my family might be going. We prowled through woods weeks, we never found where. Animals are just like people, only living in different skins. it is with such an intense look with which the stray cat scans my face at the door before she runs away. Soon the bees, daughters of the daughters of the bees I took care of, will winnow out from their white box beyond the pear tree into sunlight.