Building

That was a building last week
One we could keep
With memories stored in concrete
Stone
Steele

Rubble now
Piles of dirt piled high
Waiting for the next building to sky
Scrape the best of our spaces
Fill them with places 
That are investment ready
Foundations not steady
A shaky rock
Built on assumptions that might be false futures

The chaos is coming
Upending what we thought we knew
Make way for the new
We can feel it
We can see it
We can’t control it
That scares me

Right now I am free
Listening to the birds and the trees
Here and now
Take a breath
Listen
You can hear the machines whirring
Automatically purring
Till they all
One day
Stop