Always Places

Always places, never faces
Although the words align
Dreams of journeys, of passengers
But the trip begets the theme:
People - messengers, subordinated
Familiar yet understated.
And so it seems, the spaces hold:
Arched ceilings, buttressed, braced
Giant windows onto the unknown
Shorelines, ever changing
As tides dance with sandbanks
Left out to sea. Friends there too,
Kicking waves or bravely stepping out
Loved ones, joining not adjoining
Yet still within memetic structures
Of an ever-moving scene.

@ jonno 17/3/23