When you go on a weekend retreat, waking up Sunday morning everyone has one foot out the door already. Packing papers, books, pens and notes away. Stripping the sheets off the bed. Taking home any leftover chocolate or half-open bottles of wine that didn’t quite get finished.
Pausing a minute, I turned the knob on the prompt-and-fortune teller for one last word.
Nothing is lost. Not the car keys. Not even paradise.
The next day, Monday, fellow participant Lisa Vihos wrote a brief essay about our time together and published it over at the Best American Poetry blog, titling it “To Heaven and Back Again.”
So there’s a theme here.