You belong!

  That's what the large yellow letters

  fixed high up on a white wall at the gym

  informs me. I find it reassuring that,

  in this ostensibly judgment-free zone,

  I have in fact been judged and found worthy.

  This verdict rendered independent of whether

  I confine my cell phone use to the lobby

  or wipe the equipment down after each use.

  Similar to how that we are kindly asked

  to return the weights to where they belong,

  it seems that some discerning unseen agent

  recognizes that this is the place for me,

  that I am now in the place I need to be