a return

Every year at this time, I return to Maine. In a few days, I will be there. In the midst of a sleepless night last night, I remembered that tucked in the top of one of the closets up there is this ancient computer, one of the old apple computers from the late 80s, the computer that I used through high school and most of college. I got sort of curious/excited to see what's on it, like a journal of sorts. I haven't turned it on in probably 20 years. I wrote a lot of poetry then so I am excited to see what I find. I am crossing my finger and toes that it still works. If I can get up enough nerve, maybe I will post some of them on here. 

Some people and places give you the same sense of home and love no matter how frequently/infrequently you see them. Maine is that for me, a deep sense of peace and belonging and love. Seeing loved ones can be that way too, even seeing them for just a fleeting instant can wrap you like a warm, soft shawl, a confirmation of something you know deeply and cherish.