A hole in the withered wall

The wall of secrets is a frightful place

it tells of buried memories and broken minds

singing the tunes of darkness and shadows


And yet there’s a lot to learn in visiting that place

and inspecting the wall closely

there are holes that reveal strips of sky

a half-standing church and unknown roots

and there are bricks that turn to dust

as soon as you caress them lovingly


Poem inspired by an old watercolor of mine (2016)

A whole in the withered wall