Coyote got my heart. So I booked a ticket to Africa. Anyone who has ever lost their heart to a Coyote will know what I mean. That damn trickster: hear him laugh as he turns a woman's heart into a toy for his delight
The ticket to Africa. Here's the dilemma. In a way it is a going home. The continent of my birth. The land that made me. So do I dream up a homecoming queen resplendent?
Ah! now there's the rub, to borrow from the great playwrite. The notion of homecoming queen is so quintessentially waMerikan. Anyway I no longer know where I go, therefore it cannot be a return or a homecoming.
Instead I set about learning a new language. Curious way to prepare to go home. To visit a place for the first time:
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.