THE COLONNADE

 

Giant fingers crack the earth’s surface

Spread and rise vertical from below 

We walk between them like columns

Supporting the weight of our dreams

 

We walk at the edge of public space - hybrid beings.

The verticality of the columns touching my imagination

The horizontality of the colonnade opening other dimensions

 

Walking along between shadows

–angled darkness and light–

We float by openings and look up to see clouds

 

Are we lingering or lost? 

Security says we are loitering 

We dwell in and on spectacle

Forest beckons freedom

 

Walk the space with body and mind entangled

Explore the past, the future, the dreams

-walking, dancing, spinning

Do you dare to see the people that have fallen through the cracks?

 

Materials erode; even concrete is permeable to water as it absorbs,

Pristine pillars become blackened and cracked over time,

And now, momentarily abandoned, awaiting their next iteration.