to Church

The lilacs on 3rd street are in full bloom, and it's barely May. I walked past the Key Foods in alphabet city this morning, remembering a sweltering August day many, many years ago, with our wide eyes and disbelieving anyone could live on this street, in this place, we asked them a hundred questions even though we were only there to pick up a craigslist bid. Somehow, magically, impossibly, it is the street where I live. I walked out to the river, and the whole world seemed so terribly full of promise, of mad adventure and new beginnings.

It occurs to me there is nowhere else I would rather be. There never was. I fear there never will be.

If you've found your way home,
why would you ever want to leave it?