I like these walls
They’re the yellow of the sun I didn’t see today
My walls know me, hold me
Twenty years I have lived here, they have never let me down
From the wind and rain they keep me
They capture the air I breathe
Create space for me to drink black coffee
And a nook to write poetry
Always, they listen
They know my tone, inflection
They remember what I forget
Known are my lying and my waking
They lay witness to all conversation
Words spoken in struggle, in strength
They see me feast and famine
My walls see sorrow that will curl your toes
And joy that lifts the lights
I like these walls
I am well kept