April 12th, my stomach sunk
even deeper. Got the email
around 7 after running 3 miles.
Walking home, feeling good.
Immediately afterwards,
blank.
Rented Road to Perdition,
watched half of it until
the return phone call:
“Well, you can still
love him, but obviously
that doesn’t mean you
should still be together.”
OK.
Rarely have I felt so out of place
as I did in downtown Mazatlan,
until we found the cathedral,
walked inside – like taking
a dip into a pool during
100 degree heat. Sat on a pew
near the back. Just sat there
for a few minutes. Then
got up, walked back into the
sunlight, the open arms of
Jesus (and a pope?).
With just such therapeutic
disorientation the city
becomes mine.
