Alone at last?

Dana, Charlee, and I made plans to catch a bus to Jinan today to visit our friend Gen.  However, I woke up this morning with a migraine to end all migraines… I had hoped I could shake it by the afternoon– in time for our original travel plans, but no such luck.  So I told Dana and Charlee to go ahead without me, and now I’m the only one left in Qufu.  In some ways the quiet is nice, but there’s a bit of an apocalyptic feel to being here when no one else is really around.  Today was a bit of a waste since I was incapacitated.  But tomorrow I’m going to figure out how to get on the roof (I know for a fact that it’s possible) and do some writing.  And then I’m looking into getting myself a train ticket to Yantai– the coastal city the rest of the group is planning to meet up in in a couple days.  That’s all for now– haven’t done much aside from read today.

Enjoying my quiet, but missing you all dearly.

I’ll leave you with a Raymond Carver poem that resurfaced for me recently…

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.
P.S. Happy National Day

~ by Jess on October 1, 2009.

2 Responses to “Alone at last?”

  1. Love the poem. Now I get your facebook post. Hope the headache is history. Remember to drink, drink, drink! Happy National Day to you. Remember our National Day in Beijing? Love you! Aunt P.

  2. The pain will pass.
    National Day… We were in Beijing with you 14 years ago. You were 8 years old. The crowds were amazing and so were you. My favorite trip.
    Uncle T.

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