Let’s go camping. You don’t need to work. I
don’t need to work. We’ll just send them all
away. Stop the pickup trucks, the movers,
and the well-drillers. We’ll take a long, long,
vacation. Remember Lucille Ball in that big
RV carrying all those rocks around? That’ll
be you. I’ll be DesiRicky, concentrate on
driving, making sure we don’t fall off the
cliff. If the RV breaks, we’ll pitch a tent,
sleep wherever we are. It won’t be difficult,
because the difficult part is past. When I say
I love you then/there it will mean the most
ever. Because we will have climbed a
mountain by then.
Every life is different, every fire. Sometimes
you know the end before you even set out
for it. On foot. Your feet. My feet. But you
want it so badly. So you work backwards.
You think What would it take to get there?
From the fire to the fire building. From here
to there. You go gather the wood. You store
it up like a squirrel with nuts. You
disassemble/assemble. You un-make. Until
you stop ordering the words around / they
fall out of your pockets. Then I’ll gather the
wood becomes We’ll gather the wood. It all
works out. Traigamos leña. Haremos fuego
en la montaña.