Along these streets and neighbourhoods.

Homes. Dwellings in which comfort is found,

and desire or disappointment. Hidden within.

 

Every house has its secrets. Floors creak with

the essence of another era. Past generations

lived here, loved here, celebrated birth or death.

 

Within those walls, life left its shadow. Time

before and since. Each occupant felt familiarity.

Yet, we know so little of what went on. Before.

 

And so, at 5, or 3, or 6 a.m.; time soon to shift, 

and with it our intent. We already know enough 

about what is happening elsewhere on this planet.

© 2026 j.g. lewis