There are so many ways to escape – deserted beaches and books come to mind first for me. They’ve been my favorite ways to retreat from the world for a long time. Science fiction novels, road trips, a walk by the ocean, a hike with my camera – I had photos picked out for each of these.
Then I remembered this. A couple of weeks ago, my partner and I had a date night, a rare evening out without the kids, and for just a little while, we got to leave behind all the nagging thoughts, all the big and little worries, all the things that needed doing now or tomorrow or yesterday.
We didn’t go far – to Ninth Street, a colorful little strip of shops and bars across from Duke University, to a ramshackle brick building that had seen its better days several decades ago, where we would find, my partner assured me, a hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant with a battered, artsy kind of atmosphere you tend to find near colleges that she was sure I would like. The food, she said, was excellent and, happily for us (else there would have been no date night), cheap.
An unmarked door in the side of the battered building would lead us to the stairs to the Cosmic Cantina. (Yes, the name alone was worth the trip.) But the stairway was my favorite part because stairs are just an excellent place to put poetry.
I want to dedicate this post to my blogger friend (and T.S. Elliot fan) at http://35andupcynicismonhold.wordpress.com/. (Look what I found, San!) She’s smart, funny, educated, insightful and a lovely writer. Look around her blog while you’re there. You’ll be glad you did. And if you follow the link in this post, you can listen to Anthony Hopkins read the poem on the stairs:
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