Brick Walls

i can't escape these walls built of brick,

enclosing me, surrounding me

 

half a dozen speckles of light emerge from tiny holes in the stone

 

i run my hand down the terracotta wall,

bumpy, like prickles the soles of my feet once collected, 

as i dashed through the meadow

filled with sharp blades of grass

 

oh how naive of me

 

every time i crack, break, demolish the brick,

there's another wall waiting for me, patiently, on the other side

 

however, it is comforting, even reassuring,

if there was no wall after the next, 

i'd fear i would float away 

 

- 06.03.19