I take this ride
fueled by spring —
by blossom scent and balmy air

I hit against the memories
along the road — some time it’s been
since last I traveled here

I’m brought up short
by change — holes in the tree scape,
boxy buildings where they were —

Surprised again by how a gap
can suddenly unhook the tendrils of a place
and make it mine no more.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 2, 2019