A Wall

A poem about resilience in our community.

Made of concrete with the Will of iron,

Stands in the distance
Self-sufficient -a proud wall.

Not a Walled Garden, or a graffitied with feeling wall.

This wall is icy instead.
Stingy with its concentration.

Nothing grows here.
Not yet. Not beside it.
Or around it. Or up it.
Not yet.

No messy ivy to curse or pull.
This wall is functional.
Consistently keeping out the seasons.

Reliable in this fashion.
Unbreakable, no matter how hard one kick.

This wall is a rock.
Not a gem. Human made instead with the spirit of defiance.

Domestic. Committed to standing. Undivided in its divine destiny.

This time, the paper padding is replaced, but the words are still the same. This wall will not fall.
Or bend. Or crumble with the wind.

Here, a child can lean its back against the gravel, content to rest a while.

© Lennie Varvarides, Dec 2020

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