No Two Persons

by Erica Bauermeister

Wandering is a gift given only to the lost.

Ignoring the fact that grief is not a stalker but a stowaway, always there and up for any journey.

“Historians say a war started on such and such a day, but that war really started years before—when a man got on the wrong train and met a stranger, or a boy wasn’t loved by his mother, or a girl said no. And that war didn’t stop on its end date, either. Its effects kept going, down through the children and grandchildren, but they didn’t understand where it all was coming from because historians care more about the rocks than the river.”