many truths reside here..

i try dissecting these walls,
i wade and scramble thru
rubble and rock,
finding a flattened petal
of that wasted rose
and then some fossils
of that goldfish
and further on
a skeleton or
maybe two..
now bronzed
for the mantle of
life
to make sense of
or non-sense.
these walls...
upon which
we sat as childhood sweethearts
and dangled skinny
legs of uncertaintly,
these walls that got
neatly whitewashed
for easy suburban living
for non-confrontation
for neat picket fence
imagery
later got graffitoed
with the rush of adolescence
and then the euphoria
of adulthood...
and then came the gory
designs that life
lavished...
some hurts
some pains
some joys
some tears
some fears
some great divisions
and some awesome
completion
in the symbol of
cement and limestone
and bricks and mortar.
and so here we are today,
with mossy based walls
and a vine or two still
struggling to reach
the sunlight:)