The Laws of Walls

Here is what I know.
There will always be walls.
They will always be too tall.
They will always make me fearful,
certain of invisible armies waiting
on the other side.

Here is what I know.
There will always be walls.
They will always be made of stone,
They will always seem impenetrable
and leave me feeling defeated
before the battle begins.

Here is what I know.
Walls age and fall.
Walls can be climbed.
Walls are built, not by the strong,
but the fearful, more fearful than I
as I reach for the first stone,
waiting for the arrows.

About this poem. 

It took me a long time to understand the laws of walls, that once you broach them, the enemy often flees, because more often than not, as Pogo used to say “We have met the enemy, and he is us.”

The picture was taken at the Clark Museum on my first trip there in July.

Tom