hiding out
in plain sight
in the heart of Nashville
on this warm
Summer night...
my evening plans
were cancelled ,
but instead of calling
the others I'd
turned down for my
plans,
I disappear
into the open...
the sounds of the city
fill my ears
as diverse groups
of people
pass by,
up & down
the brick walkways...
I get lost in a book,
in an attempt to break
through the walls of
my heart & my head...
the smell of fresh
coffee
travels through the air
and down the
pavement
to my suddenly heightened
senses...
an hour or so later,
I can no longer
resist the delightful
aromas,
so I leave everything
where I sit,
in the middle of
crowds of people
to walk over to
wait in line
to grab my own
mug of steaming hot
java...
ignoring the Summer
evening's heat,
I hold the mug between
my hands ,
taking in the sweet aromas
rising towards heaven
in the steam
curling around my face...
I begin sketching
my surroundings,
my pen
glides across
the blank page,
lines form...
I let them
take shape...
thumbing through
my sketchbook,
I come across letters
given to me
by a couple of boys
I spent time with
during my time
in DR Congo
in April...
"do not forget me
in your praying..."
- Augustine
"...and also,
all activities that you're
doing, must be achieved
by God..."
- Pacifique
my thoughts turn
towards Congo,
as they do more so
than
not...
notes from a violin
begin to play
from the corner
down the street...
people clap & cheer
for yet another song...
finally, my heart finds
itself home
in Nashville
just as much
as it does in Africa...
my heart
is with people,
rather than
a certain place..
Africa is people,
as Nashville is people.
People need love;
places do not need
love.
I choose to love
wherever I may find
myself
in this unpredictable
journey
that is my life.
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