Skyscraper.

Some people find contentment
in ranch houses
with white picket fences and
two stall garages.

Some people find exhilaration
in jungle treehouses
ringed by leaves as
big as a man.

Some people find satisfaction
in dingy basements
shutting the world away
the better to criticize it.

Some people find peace
in rough-made rustic cabins
surrounded by nothing but
nature’s silent serenity.

Some people find quietude
in mountain-top shrines
far away from everything
but God.

Some people find success
in opulent penthouse lofts
exquisitely appointed with
hand-picked beauty.

Or freedom in a wooden hut
Or challenge in a sand-blown tent
Or beauty in an exotic palace
Or excitement in a wooden wagon
Or safety in stone walls
Or service under stained-glass windows
Or help in cinder-block dormitories
Or adoration in a spotlit stage

Some people find home
in a million different places
and sometimes
nowhere at all.

Some people find hope
at the top of a skyscraper,
bright lit at night and
always reaching towards the stars.