The Fifteen Year Anniversary

On a June morning head high in a patch of feral parsnips, I remembered

I arrived on the mountaintop fifteen years ago this week.

In my fifteenth June, the mortgage was paid off. A hairball was combed out. Maybe. 

I am kama'aina.

I've seen blue skies through the tears in my eyes

And I realize

I'm going home. I'm going home.