Blocks

And it all tumbles down
again,
like the walls of Jericho,
or a childs tower
of blocks,
built too high,
clumsily
lacking the perfect foundation,
or the master builder’s skill,
it could not hold
and you are left
with your rubble
and your tears,
mourning, mad
at yourself,.
at those who would destroy your vision,
or mock it,
full of fear
even as you reach
for the next block
to build
again.