We exist within a conundrum: a hollow promise, 
less than a guarantee, with far too much fine print 
and hyperbole disguising immodest claims by the 
local chamber of commerce.
              Selling features surpass the benefits
             of living there or here, or wherever.

Often we question why we live
                                  where we live.
     It is greater than geography,
     more than an address or identity.
Our company of cohorts and companions 
changes over time. 
                            We move, as do they.

                                How do we settle?

Location, location, uncertain destination,
what you see in the rearview mirror will 
likely greet you further down the highway.
                    They say you can’t go back.
                                  Yet, you usually do.
    City to neighbourhood, dwellings or 
    simply shelter, we seek comfort. Or 
    contentment.
        A place to sleep, to eat, or ignore 
        what goes on outside the window.

Across the street or 27 stories down below.

High-density urban sprawl, demographics, 
economics, overpopulation, the mechanics 
of increased consumption of once-precious 
resources. We are all what we are made of.

Humanities: the quality or state of being.
Home is what, home is where, we make it.
                          Home is a place you accept 
                    more than you will understand.

© 2021 j.g. lewis