Through different eras I’ve traversed this curious neighborhood but not in some time. Not, I think, since you left
which has been generations ago
and then some.

I wonder if you ever come back here
or think of the family you left behind
the home you built from spit, sinew, strength
and strident will.
I wonder if those days cross your mind at all.

They only cross mine
when I cross these cobblestones
and I have not done that
for generations
and then some.