You are the monarch of orderly madness.
Oh, Grand you are!
Symbolic in every way.
A sibling to a city.
Central to a metropolis.
Receiving the servants of society’s program.
Loyal they enter you.
Lovers, workers, toilers and dreamers.
Filing and moving like uncoiling serpents.
You engulf them,
And their meticulous patterns.
A bustle amidst your splendor.
Huge windows and sunshine pour through,
Reminders of your calm steadfastness.
Donned in your ornate antiquity from yesterday.
You are handsome and beautiful at once.
I must ask, do you long for yesterday?
When the program was simpler.
And people had time to look at you.
(A note and background about this photo, The Main Concourse in Grand Central Terminal celebrating its 100th anniversary after being rebuilt in 1913.)
© copyright 2015 Denise Rafkind Photography