The sound of sprinklers
The smell of fresh-cut grass
The feel of humid air

Seeing the distant horizon over flat plains
Remembering what it was like to grow up here
And how much has changed

Listening to the priest’s homily and not believing a word of it
So different from a liberal San Francisco
The bedrooms are dark and quiet

My sister is so young and excited
My parents are getting old
My brother can beat my dad in a wrestling match now
My mom wants me to get married