• I’ve got all these memories
    of places I’ve been
    places I’ve passed through
    and seen
    and felt
    and dreamed up.

    I’ve got this urge
    to find them again
    and walk in those old places
    in my own footsteps
    with my hair in pigtails
    and no knowledge of calculus.

    I’ve got this feeling
    that if I found them
    I wouldn’t find them
    that time is the Great Divide
    that here and there
    are then and now.

    I’ve got this pull
    in my chest
    drawing me to this
    slab of concrete
    that, somewhere,
    a good distance from
    here and now
    is the field I spent
    a hundred days in
    one summer before
    time caught up with
    who I am
    here and now.