Twenty Oh One

In twenty oh one, my address changed.

I had been relatively comfortable in my current digs,
As one thing led to another and to another,
I had discovered myself back in the neighborhood
I had started when I moved back to city, thirty years earlier.
The change was life altering.
Today towers hovered about my old squat.

Thirty years earlier, that squat was majestic.
Overlooking a field of asphalt, a parking lot.
Once the home of a famous arena, a parking lot.
Overnight that parking lot grew a corporate appendage
Reaching for the gods and spreading out for places to lounge,
While the old squat observes in the protective shadows.

Thirty years earlier, the squat became another and that
Another, the one I stayed in for a time and added two seconds.
Fellowship pulled me on and out and to a place of 2's & 3's.
The numbers were all wrong, the foundation was fracturing.
And that another, where I currently contemplate the view out my window.
Thirty years earlier, I had undertaken another profession.

Thirty years hence I would be completing a quarter century of doing
What I had left after fives years thirty years ago.