11.10.2014

Talking To a Wall

Been walking
a path leading to this guy.

Been visiting
every day, talking out troubles.

Been wondering
what I’d do if he talked back,
but he hasn’t, so far.

He’s been listening
without dispensing advice.

That’s valuable, you know,
finding someone who hears you
and actually listens.

Been thinking
if reason flew by on bird wings,
I might miss it in this place.

If hope unfolded in a fiddlehead,
it would be trampled underfoot.

If tomorrow rose like the sun,
right in the middle of this path,

I’d be too busy holding my head
in concert with this guy to notice.

photo by Marian Kent


Happy Monday! This is #10 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.