We don’t sightsee our way through the world. We make pilgrimage in the world, into its pain, out of our silence Pilgrimage is a remaking.
This long reflection came from my experience of visiting the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington D.C. in July of 2017. It took me two years to work on this and “finish” it. A poet friend helped me think it through (thank you, Noah!). It moves from reflection on the actual museum and its powerful witness, to a reflection on things like silence, and privilege, and erasure.
The entire poem is in a PDF document.