You can get there from here, though
there’s no going home.

Everywhere you go will be somewhere
you’ve never been.

(...)



(...) Bring only

what you must carry -- tome of memory
its random blank pages. On the dock

where you board the boat for Ship Island
someone will take your picture:

the photograph -- who you were --
will be waiting when you return.

( fragment of a poem by Natasha Tretheway)