Because the only thing I can think about right now is the fact that this time tomorrow night, The Buddha will be here with me. Sorry if this is less than poetic but I can hardly sit still, let alone craft a beautiful piece of writing about my excitement. The point is, three months of separation draws to a close tomorrow morning at 9:30am at the International Arrivals gate at Guarulhos Airport in Sao Paulo. What I need now is a nap and some distraction because like a watched pot that doesn’t boil, the more I sit here and do nothing the more it seems like time isn’t passing. I’ll report back, tomorrow, with photos of the reunion.
And what’s best is that we will have two full days together immediately; unlike last time, when we had just a ride in a car because his flight got in at 4-something in the morning and I had to teach that day. This time, I’m sure, is going to be fantastic. Fabulous. Beautiful. My best friend, my Buddha, is on his way. Maybe just now it’s starting to sink in.
And there be the poetry, if you want to call it that.