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"nomad" - 4/26/11

last night I saw a big Hollywood movie depicting a compasionate
glamourous woman who happened to ride an elephant in a circus

the actress lovely and her love-interest handsome

I was struck more than once by how poignant it seemed to be at the movie by myself
though to my credit I'd only gone out for a walk in the rain

found myself suddenly buying a ticket, knowing full well my suitcase wasn't packed yet
for a five week trip for which I'd be leaving later on that same evening

the biggest lesson I absorbed sitting there in the dark with
beautiful model-esque actors portraying characters of a brave, bygone era

was not only that I am a gypsy by nature but that I'm also a lover of
circus sights, sounds, smells, popcorn, candy, collective thrills

forging worlds from nothing then tearing them down in one reckless, celebratory swoop
tents arising from dirt animals dancing drunk with oblivion's elixir

what is there to pack then that I can't pick up along the way newly resolved

to savour adventure I leave the theater altered, undeterred by wondering's albatross