Home (1)

A sudden gust of recollection
Sends the memory dust swirling
Into shape, compressing the loosened
Particles into the body of
This street, this sky, these footfalls.

In concentric circles, the moment
Spreads out, fills up
The mind with the past replicated
In the crisp air, pierced sharply
With the whiff of spring.

This is home: the familiar essence
Of another day, another street,
Distilled and reassembled
In a split-second flash, asserting
The comfort of occupying your own life.