I got lost this morning 
somewhere in the San Fernando Valley. 

The podcast was ending with a song.
As happens, 
I was suddenly elsewhere, 
Lost in the lyrics 
"doorway of temptation's angry flame"
and "ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea."

The lament echos like the psalmists before. 
The plaintive harmonica and spare harmonies
smooth out the potholes 
in Dylan‘s voice. 

"Then onward in my journey
I come to understand 
That every hair is numbered 
like every grain of sand."

There.  
That's the sign.
I am home.

"Every Grain of Sand" from Shot of Love by Bob Dylan