When all else fails

Where and what Is home?

The one we are told You and I can Never Return to; In our faith Home Is glory, Home Is a destination And not a place We return to ... Home Is a chamber In the heart Warmer, brighter More inviting, A bygone time, Though no less Real Than the last meal We enjoyed, that cannot be eaten again; Home can never be Lived in again, never a residence Because home is like The memo we typed or The photo we took It is finished, over and done.

In the photo of A blazing, truly audacious, bright red Roadrunner Hemi 442

I saw a lost version Of me: blonde, skinny and tan Which

Caught me by surprise

Because it took me back 60 years

More or less

The dad is bent over Oblivious

Peering in the window

At the dash, at the wheel

At all of the exquisite Analogue Instrumentation

And the Hurst shifter Of course

Because that is truly a guy Thing

And this little version Of Me, doppelganger me

Is watching his dad

Being a kid

Again

And wonders what It will

Be like to grow up

And be a dad like his dad..