where and when to go
destination unknown, I
have already left
You don’t have to live in the Savannah long to learn the story of Poet Conrad Aiken’s grave and the stone bench near the grave.
Carved in the bench are the words, Cosmos Mariner, Destination Unknown.
The story is that Mr. Aiken was reading the ship departures in the daily paper and the combination of the words caught his eye.
It is Friday afternoon.
It is February.
It is a Friday afternoon in February and all I got to do is decide where and when to go.
Though my destination is unknown.
I feel like I have already left.
Maybe warm enough for a book and a cigar in the sunshine tomorrow which will take me farther than I can drive.
But if we drive, well Savannah beckons.
Or the beach.
Though my destination is unknown.
I feel like I have already left.
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