when it hits without warning
an echo from forgotten depths
you might look about, dismayed—
trying to understand. unasked, it
inhabits you; overwhelms; disorients.
stare across this strange skyline
and feel unmistakably home,
knowing every crevice in the path:
we probably always have;
we probably always will;
we probably never will know why.
then, shifting your weight,
return back to expected things.
May 2019
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