Itinerary “ If it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. ” William Shakespeare When did my mysterious itinerary with words begin: the one I could clear on stilts, one that could send me crashing by the moon’s frozen lake when I dance in the vertigo of the forked road, like a tide of shadows watching a pheasant nest on an icy dolmen? © Sergio Ortiz, April, 2010