what is a place 

or a home

i am not certain location

or masonry

is all of it

but i am not certain it isn’t

i felt the bricks call me

i felt the columns and porticos

subside softly

gladly

under my footsteps

i felt the old halls slink around me

like a dog at my ankles

and it’s all gone now

or soon enough

all gone in dust and rubble

and then something

something leaping up to the sky

something reaching out to the future

what is a place 

or a home

i am not certain it is anything more

than what you can store

in an inexorably dying brain

i cannot prove it is anything tangible

cannot prove it isn’t all an elaborate hoax

most things it seems to me

most fundamental things

can be shown to be false

imaginary

never were

never are

i think it is better that way

i think it is better it is all already gone

and we can hold our memories

reminisce columns and porticos

courtyards and statuary

and ask ourselves

what is a place

or a home