[Image: “Hiraeth,” by Stewart Black. Found it at Flickr.com, and used here under a Creative Commons license. For more on the idea of hiraeth, see the passage below by Paula Petro.]
From whiskey river:
Theories of Time and Space
You can get there from here, though
there’s no going home.Everywhere you go will be somewhere
you’ve never been. Try this:head south on Mississippi 49, one-
by-one mile markers ticking offanother minute of your life. Follow this
to its natural conclusion — dead endat the coast, the pier at Gulfport where
riggings of shrimp boats are loose stitchesin a sky threatening rain. Cross over
the man-made beach, 26 miles of sanddumped on a mangrove swamp — buried
terrain of the past. Bring onlywhat you must carry — tome of memory
its random blank pages. On the dockwhere you board the boat for Ship Island,
someone will take your picture:the photograph — who you were —
will be waiting when you return
(Natasha Trethewey [source])
…and:
The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.
(Rebecca Solnit [source])
…and:
The Destination
I wanted something, I wanted. I could not have it.
Irremediable rock of refusal, this world thick with bird song,
tender with starfish and apples.
How calming it is to say, “Turn right at the second corner,”
and be understood,
and see things arrive as they should at their own destination.
Yet we speak in riddles —
“Turn back at the silence.” “Pass me the mountain.”
To the end we each nod, pretending to understand.
(Jane Hirshfield [source])