No, I don’t know if
I can promise you trips to New York
Where we too can get tired
Of the people
As Joan Didion did,
And run from the East to the West
Clutching at feelings that fade away
The longer we stay put.
But I do hope I take you places,
Even when I have no clue which
They might be.
Just have your bags packed,
And keep alive that readiness to leave.