Sunday, September 2, 2018

Corners @ 90°


None believed her but she still tried to tell
She did not do it for being right or to 
skew hindsight with foresight.
She was just learning
to look at it with new eyes too.

By liberally applying divine 
Rules of architecture to structures
We discover limits 
Hover in the rafters

Broken beams, pride paid the bills,
Support came in pillars, mortared with guilt
No doors were hinged on labors of love-
but all things settle down, inevitably.

It was working, building
And making 
New sense
Of our life in boxes and wreck-tangles.




Painting by Antonio Pérez de Aguilar – Painter, c. 1769 in the Museo Nacional de Arte [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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