|GERONIMO, CHIRICAHUA APACHE, WHO, AFTER BEING HELD AS A|
PRISONER-OF-WAR BY THE U.S. GOVERNMENT,
WAS NEVER ALLOWED TO GO BACK TO THE LAND OF HIS BIRTH
I had many emotions as I opened the boxes and pored through the contents: the blue and gold Talavera plates my ex-husband and I brought back from Guadalajara, the little rattan box I'd bought in Bangkok and filled with tiny shells picked up on a Thai beach, the old glazed ceramic pitcher of Nana's, encrusted with peaches, apples and twining leaves. Were those my silver salt and pepper shakers? I almost no longer recognized them!
It was a fine fall afternoon, suffused with the dreamy gold-shot light that lends itself to musing on the mystery of why our journeys landed us in the city they did and not another; how we hooked up with this person instead of that one, and the way things might have been very different (in either direction) otherwise; the seemingly disparate bits and pieces that against all odds, day by day, cohere, however precariously, into a life.
My mind roved back to New Hampshire--land of my own birth--as it often does this time of year. I thought of Applecrest Orchards, and the scarlet-bronze maples, and how, all over the country, we'll be turning the clocks back soon. I thought of the tall drift of dried leaves onto which, one whole autumn as kids, we'd jumped from an ancient stone wall--yelling "GERONIMO!!!"--and landed: neck-deep.
|TITIAN, CIRCA 1550|
ADAM AND EVE