When I see a brave building
straining high, and higher,
hard and bright and sassy in the seasons
I think of the hands that put that strength together.
The little soft hands. Hands coming away from cold to take a challenge and to mold this definition.
Amazingly, men and women
worked with design and judgement, steel and glass,
to enact this announcement.
Here it stands.
Who can construct such miracle can enact
any consolidation, any fusion.
All little people opening out of themselves,
forging the human spirit that can outwit
big Building boasting in the cityworld.
(Today I posted Gwendolyn Brooks’ words instead of my own, because my own were reserved for today’s essay in my newsletter. The photos are from a lay in at Fort Greene Park on Sunday. There was free coffee and food from Bittersweet, sage, and nearly nine minutes of silence.)