architecture

Before getting hammered with words, it enters life as

shelter…

Made by us (for the most part) – mind and body applied to need,

it frames – becomes a window –
to worlds within

and beyond.

There

(at its best)

time stops.

Caught,

we’re seduced.

Captured,

we’re set free –

embraced, yet liberated

(anchored safely to the earth
yet released internally
from the bonds of gravity)…

The fog lifts…

We awaken inspired
perhaps breathless,
occasionally moved to tears.

Mostly, though, architecture at its best, makes us happy…
just to be alive.