Miami is the shadows formed on a young girl's face one Summer afternoon.
It's the wrinkles on the hands of an old black man.
It's looking through a magnifying glass at darkness.
At its shore I can discern a "Miami Detached" as the cruise ships try to merge themselves once again with reality.
Reality means turning into a sail high-strung to its mast,
feeling the strength and the near ending effort to survive,
or a coral rock trying not to disintegrate, while it knows, the more salt water that flows, the more porous it will become.
Why does the blind look at the sun?
How can you touch hate?
The petals of a rose out of bloom still give you a fascinating scent, just as that which cannot feel, will eventually rot.
Life means metamorphosis, close scrutiny and pain.
We can discuss this when architects become a thing of the past.
Poem written for Vincent Scully's "The Natural and the Manmade" seminar, about Miami's Skyline
by Ines Hegedus-Garcia (4th year architecture student at The University of Miami).
*published june 2010