Jiggity Jog! And a Poem in Six

Home again, home again! Well, to be honest, I've been here since Wednesday morning... But now that the computer is staring me in the face all day everyday, I'm not particularly compelled to use it. I've been putting off this post because I don't know what to say. The first few days back have been an endless session of show-and-tell. Stories come to me at unexpected moments. I'm still unpacking (kind of remarkable considering my bare-bones backpack and my near-refusal to accumulate souvenirs). It's hard to remember what I've said to whom, what I've shown to whom, and what I've completely neglected to share. I'm in the process of transcribing my one hundred-plus pages of handwritten journal onto the computer, so the whole story will eventually come to light. If I can, I'll hunt down a scanner and put up some of my very amateur sketches (a sorry substitute for a camera, although walking without one for the bulk of my time in Spain was, to be honest, quite liberating). For now, to tide us all over, a series of poems written and memorized during my final Camino week--nowhere near a final version, questions and comments are welcome; my poems typically tend toward the verbose so the following is for me uncharted territory:

Huellas

1. Twenty-Five Days

The flies
and the ants
love more than
anything
the sweet salt
blisters
on my feet.

2. What I Carry

Wild mint and sorrel,
dill and chamomile,
a four-leaf trébole,
palabras:
always something
in my mouth.

3. The Most

What I miss
the most:
wild black
raspberries.

4. Hilltop

How quickly the city
turns into the middle
of nowhere! Vice versa.

5. Sense Memory

Mineral savor
of sunscreen,
mineral savor
of sweat.
Everyday
is camphor cream,
coffee, cigarettes.

6. Purity

Clean, unclean:
a matter of degree.