The windows are down
and the wind breezes by my face.
The street is crowded by houses
that lie on top of one another.
I see rippling lights,
flickering to a rhythm
that is not heard.
The sky is pitch black
with small sparkles hardly seen.
I walk on the lumpy sidewalks
with gum stains chalk stains,
and my brain replays
scraped knees and our old swing set,
as I open the door to my childhood.
Memories are triggered by the smell of home
and they flourish in my mind.
Comfort waves over me
and I sigh a refreshing breath.
at home in the Dot.
