This Must Be the Place

Wherever you go, there you are.

Photo by Thomas James

I was recently in San Francisco with my family. North of the city, in the parking lot of a gas station and carwash, my daughter spotted a red push pin someone had jammed into the curb. I knew it was a poem to be, so I photographed it. Weeks later, I produced this poem. I’m also considering it to be my response to a writing prompt by