Jan 21
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.
Pamela Olson
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It’s wonderful…
It rips my heart; I understand the walls we hold between us, though they are only walls.
I feel so close to someone, but feel there is a needless wall. I also feel that the wall doesn’t erase anything I believe to be there.
Noah, I wrote this trying to put into words the fact that, in the end, we are all separate beings. The wall is always a part of the relationship but how you view it makes all the difference.
I like the first stanza the most. I think that could be a good metaphor for intolerance.