Functionally Waiting
It is hard to tell from the outside
if the building is used or abandoned.
Shades and blinds are lowered,
a bit battered, but not impossibly so.
You have certainly seen active places
in worse shape. You have lived in them, actually,
ruins kept alive by sheer will or luck.
functionally waiting for someone to love them
back to life.
About this poem.
About the old train station in Bellows Falls, Vermont where the picture was taken. About the many of us who live through our depressions and anxieties. FInding the right person (or tribe) to love and be loved by makes all the difference.
Tom
Quarry House 