Sometimes I begin to wonder how much I will like Provincetown, or if I will like it. Will it be okay, being away from my family for so long? Will it be noisy there? Will there be drama? Fire? Death? Storms? Will the ideas come? Will I get ink on paper? Will what I write be any good?
Kenneth Patchen's poem, "Where" reminds me that no matter where you go, there you are:
Where?
by Kenneth Patchen
There's a place the man always say
Come in here, child
No cause you should weep
Wolf never catch the rabbit
Golden hair never turn white with grief
Come in here, child
No cause you should moan
Brother never hurt his brother
Nobody here ever wander without a home
There must be some such place somewhere
But I never heard of it
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