I have made a lot of allusions to this fact, but I have never quite overtly admitted on this blog that in order to subsidize my recently concluded job search, I walked dogs in New York for nearly a year after completing my Master's degree. It was a bit embarrassing, so maybe this is the confession that I gesture toward in this little tune about walking. I'm not ashamed of it anymore. Actually, I'm proud. I wish I had kept a comprehensive record of the distance I covered by foot over land this year. I'm sure it was far, although I'm doubtful that I could have reached the holy land, had I gone in a straight line. A certain tragedy dawns on me when I ponder a pilgrim walking circles around Manhattan and Brooklyn with no specific destination, yet still clinging to his longing for arrival. Lucky for me, this pilgrim has walked far enough.
lyrics
Night
The forest is a great dark hand
The city is a smudge of light
Tossed in your eye
A photograph
Once
A pilgrim on a great dark road
A searcher in a vast old land
Dwarfed by the map
And I confess to nothing yet
And my feet are worn dog tired
Hold the door for me