Derelict house

Abandoned, neglected, old.
If it were kitchen appliances, I wouldn't even hesitate to throw them out, to wonder why Goodwill offers another chance at such a piece of junk.
But buildings?
I am instantly intrigued, drawn by their untold story, their blighted history. Someone designed, dreamed and built…what happened to cause the abandonment, the loneliness? Was it a broken business deal? A loan that didn't go through? A love affair gone sour? A death?

Then my mind puzzles into the present: who owns it now? Do they even know what it looks like? Do they drive by, disgusted by the dereliction - or the default of promise? Do they promise themselves that this week, this month, it will sell, things will change?

And I wonder, with tender hope, about that relic's potential: who might be looking at you? How would you look with a new coat of paint, some landscaping, a new roof? Would renovation finally bring you a new story to tell, infuse hope into the neighborhood, even the town?

I see character in each old building, and with a select few, I long to touch their potential in a dream-scape renovation.

dreaming tree

Bring the sky a little closer,
cross the winner's tape,

breathe.

Lighten aching shoulders, back, thighs,
until I reach a child's forgetfulness of this day's work.

Breathe.

Sighs, in the chrysalis of sleep, become songbirds
a metamorphosis so desired,
I fly.

And what remains of my flight when I rise,
are two hopeful eyes,
rested limbs,
and
a breath.

and sometimes you wear L' air Du Temps.....but not today.

Word searching in the cold dawn.
I reach,
but you have already gone cold.