The calendar turns to another day.
Fall sets in in the Western Hemisphere
telling me where and when I am.
My brain obediently responds,
yet my essence is tugged by the magnet of memory.
Genes tussle with mind
where I am
where I was
where I should be
where I cannot be.
Wavering temperatures, timidly-coppering leaves, are the here and now.
Monsoon relief and the onset of the festival season are the there and then.