Deep in thought I missed the exit.
The hatchback in front of me

almost did the same.
What a night, with its

unreasonable coldness,
reunion dinners,

and unplanned diversions
through childhood towns.

Once I saw the church I knew
exactly where I was: Still lost,

just no longer in the temporal sense—
I mean yes, a course can be corrected,

but home—
The point is, it isn’t entirely a place,

and a longer drive just takes more
time, is more befitting for

a means without an end.