The Wall
I stare at the mortar that is quickly setting
and I think....where did it go?
I feel the gritty wetness between my fingers as I touch the hard clay.
It's getting higher...the closeness once shared....gone
The panic within me tries to break it down...I have no hammer.
I push....but it won't fall....helpless I stand there.
Staring at the brick upon brick...funny how they seem to fit.
Where did they come from?  So fast the appeared.
Silence is beginning to surround me....the loss is overwhelming.
It's getting higher...my words ricochet off...and come bouncing back.
The sting.  How long do I continue....let me in!
It wasn't there before, not this high....what can I do?
I feel at a loss.  I try to talk....but nothing comes back.
Do my ears deceive me?   Do I leave it alone?
I feel cut off.  This quietness....I hate it.
A light glimmers....A thought appears....
This wall...
Maybe it's not yours...
but mine.