the wall

The wall stands
unfinished,
like an unsure
idea & it seems somehow
odd that it is
close enough to touch. I’m not sure
of what it’s
made – iron, steel, fear, hate
or
common sense. What is
apparent is whom it
touches – everyone, in
some way & not just because it
cuts through
wilderness as well as
backyards, but because
it
cuts
through
who we are
or
whom we profess
to be.