I Like These Walls

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