4th rv a traveler's memoirs- on Greyhound

       on a Greyhound

           1.

When you leave,
you must throw your hat
full of shells collected in Summer
into the sea,
and leave
flapping your hairs in the wind.
..........
Then
Don’t ask
when it is that you will to come back.

(in German)

Wenn einer fortgeht , muss er den Hu
mit den Muscheln, die er sommer u''ber
gesammelt hat , ins Meer werfen
und fahren mit wehendem Haar,
 .............
Herz, Anker ud Kreuz,
und fahren mit wehenden Haar
Dann wird er wiederkommen.
Wann?
Fag nicht

  

2 days or so before I left Portland, the above poem flashed

across his mind lingering on. The verse was a part of the poem

titled 'Lieder von einer insel' of Bachmann, a German poet.

It was in the evening after sunset when  he was sensing autumn creeping

closer to him sitting slantingly on the red-bricked stairs of Pioneer Square,

empty and calm. Nobody except him was there. Just before the moment

some young men were puffing up with their upper bodies naked.

Out of sight were the children jumping with pigeons by their mothers.

Mumbling to himself,"Then  what invokes the lines of the poem?" 

he felt triste in this circle-shaped square, empty and calm.

He loved  to sit out on the stone stairs of the square, which was made after

the amphitheater in Greece where in old days the citizens of the Greece

had enjoyed the tragic dramas  performed

Just prior to the moment did he feel his heart beating quick,

thinking of the performance scheduled to be held. Sitting alone there he was picturing in his head myself on the stage as a special guest to introduce Morning Dew ,

a Korean pop song .What is more, his mind even grew restless

at the very  email message

below from Lau :

Hi, Moon!
We will have a rehearsal on Friday, September 14 in the afternoon

so that you can meet the singer and work with her on Morning Dew.
Abrazos!
Lau

  

Sitting alone on a stair of the Pioneer Square I felt bitter to see square void and quiet! Strangely enough, before the sudden void of the square I was driven to get conscious of the state of my mind in advance that I would be expected to be in soon or later. As you know, in a few days after the day of ‘Aire’, I would have to leave Portland. Probably it was at the square's deep silence of the moment that the lines of the poem quoted above occurred to me. But I did not know exactly why. Anyway it must be the silence or the void in the Pioneer Square that awakened me to a sense of what I have to do soon after ‘Aire’: To leave Portland! 
You, Gohk! Wake up and return to what you are.
What you believe now that you are is not you in real, but an illusion.
It's just a shadow of what you wish to be.
'You are not a duke well known to the world,
nor a hero of sturdy build .'
Haven't you heard about the broad-shouldered American Indian youths
running prairie, with two eyes stable with the horizontal balance,
and with strong skin hardened by the harsh atmosphere of wilderness?
Hey, you are not such a brave warrior.
You are just a nameless traveler
pursuing a dream to write a couple of poetic proses
which at most you could be good at.
No more.
Then how would such a humble man have a desire
to come heart to heart still closer to a fascinating bailaora in this city !
Free yourself from such a daydream.
Throw it into the Willamette
with the pebbles of reminiscence in the pocket of the mind!