Wherever You Go, You Meet

Wherever you go, you meet part of your story.

Living

In more places my people

Have for generations

Longer lasts

The time apart each time

Leaving the required

Part of going

Coming the redefining 

Home remembering

Those parts you left. 

Wherever you go, you meet part of your story.

Loving

Just one man only 

I’d only just met 

Yet I’ll go 

Where he goes

Past when we

Forget every place

Space that was

And is if the other

Isn’t there. 

Wherever you go, you meet part of your story.

Searching 

For other stories shared

Witness knowing and unknown 

Long stories

Lifetimes relayed

In instances

In stances

In glances 

In hands clasping

In features collapsing.

Wherever you go, you meet part of your story.

Passing

All the places 

My body’s been

Fingers rough from feeling

Souls bear and shod

Which parts 

Part of me 

My story 

Do others get

Do I get to see? 

“Wherever you go, you meet part of your story” – Eudora Welty in an interview for The Paris Review, 1972.