Quaerens Domum
An inherently rootless person,
always in search of home.
That’s the narrative I’ve written
for much of the past fifty years.
I cling to the imagined home
of my childhood in Lenox,
a few years weighted all
out of proportion to their duration.
Upstate NY, the place
where I spent half my life?
Cast into the memory hole,
entombed, until recently, in disdain.
*
I pull open the heavy oak doors,
take a tentative step up the carpeted aisle.
I sink into a pew, feeling my shoulders lower.
In front of me, candles flicker.
/ / /
1 February 2025
Charlottesville VA
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