HIGH AND DRY WALL

HIGH AND DRY WALL
Ricardo Antonio Garcia

It is a high and dry wall.
When I come upon it I wonder how the weather
will affect the strength of the stones.
If it rains it will soften
and if it’s a hot day it will harden.
This is how you contract and expand
when your mind is occupied.
If I approach the wall on a rainy day
bits and pieces tumble down
sometimes hitting me and hurting me.
Angry I become when it begins to fall
and its easy to tell when it comes.
I have learned to back away from the wall
and not come near on rainy days
for space becomes so precious 
when we are lit by an idea or thought.

It is a high and dry wall.
We both possess a wall to say
and we sometimes run afoul trying to get away.
The calm of our musings
deliver a sigh and we juggle together again
like a lotus on a lake
unscathed my wind or wave.
We balance the World on our fingers
Interplay, and condition the game.
As time rolls by 
we learn to adjust to the choir’s song
and sing along like everything is okay.
Learning to understand the other
we become ‘One’.
God spreads us away 
keeping us apart at arms length
as we learn when we collide.

It’s a high and dry wall
but we will survive …