THE MAN WHO TALKS TO WALLS

THE MAN WHO TALKS TO WALLS

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Is it between this wall and myself where I bridge

for these restless words need to vacate

into the hearts and heads of those that can hear me.

I imagine my posterity like a chime

sending an ambiance to the houses and streets

that never knew that I existed.

Retired from discovery I will never go

for what is a wall that cannot speak to you, so

my imaginings will run wild.

It is between this heart and my deepest thoughts

where refocus swells and rivers froth at my feet

all in the name of memories

it has always made me feel complete.

I am aging blissfully cradled in the arms of love

feeling twenty years the younger

and the wall need not be between my lover and I.

Retiring would kill me

put and end to the vastness of space within

and the liturgies of God

echoing the constructs of what He owns.

If one day you hear of me in your small town

I would be complimented to stay

for all the words I create are for the middleclass

climbing ladders or screwing in bulbs

the John Henry neighbor of my deepest thoughts.

Never did install a TV antenna

but my mind has transcended beyond the skies.

We live and die and become reborn

and in Gods path we shall one day meet again.

I, the man who talks to walls.