Architectural charge

Sometimes, the surging, thrilling lines
of ordinary buildings
seize hold of me

in an open space
like a parking lot,
with a five-story tan thing
on one side
and a quasi-Victorian office
pub
across the front

an inexplicable colonnade
or something,

to see. And it's

a cool day. Dazzling
as I step

into shifting time

Looking suddenly up and around,

electrified

like I'd trod on a mine
and the sky's gone blue
as the sun comes clear.
The breeze holds its breath

and I lean up

and into revolving space

Just a touch of fear

just fine
in the middle
of all of this

erupting place.

Having finally now noticed this.
How unpredictably right all this
just is.

A completely meaningless epiphany
breaks
In

just this spot

before I take
one more step, and convergence

slips free and undoes

the momentous pause.
At peace in the calm
and rest

this was.