In the company tower
overlooking my hometown
and its surroundings, I stood fast,

Contemplating my journey and station.
I stood near the apex of this corporate garrison
looming over my city of birth, observing

from walls of large, glass-paneled windows, at heights
I never imagined. Once I had roamed this city
as a free-spirit, floating between tribes.

It was something of a bitter-strange vista.
I had left my home, and on my return
found myself raised unwittingly
above it, something I never
wanted nor dreamed.

Still I am struck by memories

of Love Here, in the town, by the square,
through the park, amid university and the years
spent with friends there; the village I came from
and the house I grew-up in; these times
I never asked to be nostalgic for:

Lazy summers and cool nights
spent wandering over the land
of my hometown

thru ethereal, star-spotted forests
and tranquil, unperturbed canals
which once shivered

with empyreal mind.