moment, the object
of going
converts
to the triumph of
making it back.
Attainment depends
not on our finally
heading to the laundromat
but that proximate
uncanny moment when it
feels like we never left.
In the end,
it doesn't matter
how noble the errand—
endeavor alone
is a sentence
to death;
to leave
and come home is
a sacrament.
