Left With The Bricks

One day you will ask
someone who knows
what this oddly appealing outbuilding might be.
What purpose it served
beyond triggering your imagination,
pulling stories and fantasies out of thin air
before rising through the lack of a ceiling,
watching them leave.
Watching them disappear
while you are left with the bricks

About this poem

I have written before about my dreams, how vivid they are and how, waking from them there is this period where I am unsettled and unsure what world I am living in. It has been a couple of weeks of those dreams, leaving me a little out of sorts and slightly dissatisfied. Left with the bricks.

The photograph was taken at Wilson Castle in Proctor, Vermont. No one there was able to tell me what the building was for. At this point, I am happier not knowing, happier living with my imaginings.

Be well. Travel wisely,

Tom