There is always community.

I went to a poetry reading in Iquitos earlier this week hosted by a new friend at the Ministry of Culture. I heard the work of Chilean poet Ivo Maldonado (link) excited by how much I actually understood. Then a small group of eager writers from Iquitos got up in front of the room. I immediately connected with their messy notebooks as they closed their eyes and talked into the microphone. One asked that the whole room close their eyes while we listened. Some talked about sexuality, the city of Iquitos itself, and the ongoing duking out between the secular and divine that poetry tackles so well.

I sat there, eyes closed, focused on trying to understand with the overwhelming sensation.

There is always community. It is just a matter of finding each other.