we wake up to new friends.
We wake up to happiness and nervous
smiles, rain and crinkled eyes.
On this fateful first day, I wonder
if, and how, I’ll know.
Much later, when we’re asked if we like it here,
I think of the history of this place,
of the people who’ve stood here before me,
of the people who stand here now.
With no words to quite explain it,
I nod with conviction but
lower my eyes to hide the tears brimming there.
Was it like this for you?
Did you want it so badly that
you could feel it in the pit of your
stomach, in the beat of your heart,
in the tears on your cheeks?
As the sun sets orange against
Jefferson’s regal columns,
his rounded roof outlined
in the sky, I no longer wonder,
for I know why I’m crying.
I think that nights
without sleep are best spent
I realize that a home is not always
a place you’ve known forever.
The blue of the morning’s sky
is streaked with orange
as I tell myself,
this is where I belong.