Semi-Daily Scribbles

Where I stand offers a view of home which existed 30 years ago. If I look down, I see summer light streaming through cedars and the sound of motorbikes off to the right. Gazing up into the gray haze, I see days that resemble treasured recollections, but the images don't fit. What were once interlocking pieces now leave gaps, fissures, and holes. Holes I should plug with reliable sources, even if not my own. Points of view contribute to awareness and identity. From where I stand, any notion of home must be fact-checked and greeted with a red ballpoint pen. What I think, what I see, what I know, what I remember. There is just enough fuel in the tank to reach the place where all the states converge.