February 10, 2020-
I kept myself home today, for good measure.
Yesterday was touch and go,
and I made it to the two obligatory gatherings,
being careful not to get too close to anyone,
lest what I felt was coming on,
I don’t speak of illness, much.
This is because it rarely comes calling.
Oregano, and a day of rest,
have knocked it out of me.
Illness is a state of being,
of which I rarely need speak.
Mount Chocorua was the first real peak,
I ever climbed.
I was grateful to my father,
for taking me there,
a uniquely satisfying climb,
that was distorted by a few moments
of diffuse anger,
back at the tent site.
When I had to deal with the same,
as a father, years later,
I knew what to do,
and let the boy work out his feelings.
the only place where I ever felt
my life was in danger,
was also where I had to stand up
So I did, and no harm came.
I may very well return to Viet Nam,
in a couple of years,
but I will leave Long Binh alone.
Hannibal saw me when I was
in a very raw state.
I was not allowed to write freely.
I was refused use of a computer.
Hannibal did not seem kind,
but someday, I will give
Hannibal a second look.
There are many places,
of which I don’t speak much.