coming in is always like coming home,
i feel like i am small again, that my mother is near, that my grandparents are setting up the tree at gracie terrace, that i can run through the sprinklers at carl schultz park.
that i am small again.
this few days was full of things.
finishing things. starting things.
and things like sun on my face, heavy and hot,
crossing canal street,
and flowers from friends,
who always seem to remember:
looking back on this time,
of others, and myself,
will be important.