If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a common place thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…
– Jack Kerouac
I decided to document our cross-country drive on Tumblr so I could easily post from my phone and am just now taking the time to upload the DC to Denver adventure to WordPress. Denver is so beautiful I have been spending every free moment in the mountains rather than at my desk…
Pictured above, left to right, are Lori-Ann & Ruca, Me, Hannah, and Melissa on the stoop of what we called “The Elm Street Lounge” near Howard University in Washington, DC. Melissa and Lori-Ann moved to San Francisco at the same time that Geoff and I left for Denver. Melissa has already been to Denver to visit us!
Heading through St. Louis!
I decided it was mandatory to stop at the Kansas City Library, which is built to look like it’s made of books. See Geoff with The Lord of the Rings and me with Journals of the Expedition By Lewis and Clark.
Awaken in a cardboard castle
Climb in my snowy beast and turn the key
Roll down Elm street, taking in my rainbow row
Traffic cop brightens my 2,191st day with his smile
Chats with bikers and skips with children across the street
Will I never know his name?
The blind man waits patiently for the bus
Shading his eyes, straining to see
Does he know I send him love each day I speed by?
Fog sits over a sleepy Potomac
And a tear, at last, is pulled down my cheek
As the Key Bridge sways to embrace me
Tired of lying in the sunshine,
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find, ten years has got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
Blue Moon weeps for my home
Orange flames lapping up its life
Leaving the land a scared skeleton
Crouched in the corner with shame
Respect the earth you walk on
Hold close the ones you love
Don’t try to hide your fear
The sky welcomes your mourning
Howl with the wolves for all to hear
The “Earth” without “Art” is just “Eh”