WHILE YOU WERE GONE

Some trees died, some
Grew taller and
Fuller, changing
A landscape you
Drove through often
When you lived here,
And now around
That same corner
You find few things
Look like they did,
Because the trees
Have canopies,
And that makes all
The difference
Between what you
Knew as this place
And what you will
Perceive, receive,
Replace, recall,
And call it not
Home, because that
Word no longer
Applies, but a
Street you travel
Less than you think
Of how it felt
To be that you
Inside yourself
Inside a car
And making sense
Of being there