Where the freeways fold
Over the glistening skylights
Dazzling stars of the night
And pockets of time
Buildings with a thousand floors,
Reflecting windows and even
More revolving doors.
In the same deep waters as you.
Somewhere amidst serendipity
And constant vacuums of relativity
A leap of faith, architecture of space.
Fate gives what Chance can not control
Abiding in mystery the lucidity of soul.
Gazing onto the face of Agamemnon
Leaving without a leg to stand upon
Coming home to look after my fences
Finding them missing
And again trusting my senses.
© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.