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In this damp afternoon

you long for home,

and it seems so far away —

removed in space

or else in time

And the memory

(or is it imagination?)

of walking into a place

and feeling you can relax

since you belong here,

since you are loved,

is as palpable as thirst

It can feel like

we don’t understand

our place in time, in this time,

with these currents of culture

so profoundly disconnected

The big trees that thrive here,

trunks heavy and mossy,

leaves fluttering, turning,

have their own sense of time and place

that we could take shelter in

if we knew how.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 6, 2018