A Wall

And then I’ve felt all the bitterness of fear,
and the fear of fear, and the fear of pain
I’ve felt also, the fear of hope…

And all my steps have been with me.
And my heart slow and without scream,
with the noise of the waterfall,
some periods of my childhood
have been anxious and fearful, painful and alone.

And grass grows, and someone is afraid
and sobbing behind a wall,
behind this poem, behind the metal wall
all friends of mine stand disfigured.
Secretive…

And a distance absent and eternal,
like a shadow, like a breath…
And waiting, and hoping…
And poison dreams in fevers and swamps,
Dreams un-healing, dreams un-awakening.

And the infinity that will never return
And all the heavy thoughts like spices of the East,
Like the bloodstream of death.

Over this poem, my bent head,
captured, heavy,
like a night, darkness and fear.
Like the fear lost in woods,
Like a death…or like a pain…

The wall is strong, but happy to be dismantled,
comes back as the morning,
as the clock that will toll its hours.

Shadowy, thorny,
glance from the earth,