Many of the blog posts (see here, here, here and here) that I read this past week talk about a conflict between nature and urban construction, a conflict that does, in many ways, exist. With this post, I'd like to provide not a counterargument, but more of a counterpoint. Last week, I wrote this poem while sitting in Good Earth Cafe, having noted our city's grey architecture on my walk there. Sometimes, I think we need the urban and natural side by side in order to really see.
Apart(ment)
Ascending walls, cement and glass. A single
knock
sounds up its surface in waves.
Can I position a place
by its vibrant frequency?
If vibrancy is a quality of motion or colour,
this frozen grey
falls short.
Stands tall,
with a frequency, I suppose,
if frequency is that repetitive
facade that follows the sidewalks –
only pigeons can climb high enough
to peek in.
