resurrection

The miraculous is everywhere and in everything. Waiting for us to notice it. Waiting for us to appreciate it. Waiting for us to love it.
—Kobi Yamada, Noticing

We moved a lot growing up.
There was no logic
to the dynamic loops:
only uproot and start again.

I learned how to memorize
places instead of people.
Absorbing landscapes by relearning
the way a sun found a room and
trusting seasons as my calendar
to digest thresholds of familiarity.

And here?
I seek forested paths back home.