who are the people…
you know the rest, come play along-
in your neighborhood?
I am not in mine, but nearly so after time, investment, sweat, labor
it is a birthed place; not native but neither have been any other of my
neighborhoods.
I wonder often
where is home
where is my neighborhood?
A longing, sure.
But more than that.
A purpose? A place with familiarity?
Do we all seek it, ache for it, or is it something gone the by and by
culture and society have changed.
We think we are in evolution but perhaps
we need to do a bit of devoluting?
Take the drive out of seeking
settle into the wonder of here and now.
These are the people of my neighborhood.
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This poem brings up so many thoughts – I often wonder about the places I have lived. It’s all about the here and now, isn’t it? Enjoyed this!