somewhere i have never traveled

Tonight, I'll be flying to Queretaro, Mexico, where I'll be living for the next two months. Yesterday, I moved to a new apartment in downtown Bellingham.
Currently, my life is......
Full.
Full of "blunders and absurdities", joy, stress, poetry, beauty, insanity, adventure, and love.
So I leave you with this poem:

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

I who have died am alive again today...

i thank you God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings: and of
the gay great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing
seeing breathing any, - lifted from the
no of all nothing - human merely
being doubt unimaginable you?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

- E.E. Cummings