I arrived in Guyana safe and sound. This morning I watched the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean. It was pretty awesome.
I've spent most of today catnapping and trying to understand Guyanan currency. I opened up a Stephen Dunn book that I picked up yesterday at The Strand in NYC. This was the first poem:
Solving the Puzzle
I couldn't make all the pieces fit
so I threw one away.
No expectation of success now,
none of that worry.
The remaining pieces seemed
to seek their companions.
A design appeared.
I could see the connection
between the overgrown path
and the dark castle on the hill.
Something in the middle, though,
It would have been important once.
I wouldn't have been able to sleep