The Wall
The distinction between
you and I,
is only
which side of the wall
we lean upon.
There is no emptiness
between us two;
simply stacked stones
of river rock
rising from soil to sky.
As you rest against
this wall,
feel my tears drip
down the rocks
to dampen your cheek.
I, on my side,
can feel your breath’s
push and release—
push and release
against my back.
There is no mortar
of common mud and
broken stone needed;
our muscled weights
will keep the wall upright.
Look!
How beautifully
patterned the green moss,
gray lichen, and morning dew
lie across our wall.
3 commentsPamela Olson
