One More

Here is my last poem for World Poetry Day 2015. I love poetry. I hope you've been mildly amused by my poor efforts today.

Tomorrow will be, like, the usual stuff.

Home

There are walls.

And there are windows.

Both can be broken.

There is hope

And there is granite.

Neither is resistant to being scattered

By careless custodians

Blind to tomorrow.

Blind to tomorrow.

Windows

Offer sightlines

But cannot guarantee

Vision.

Granite symbolizes

Something.

Walls predate our problems.

Taking them down

Is an act of architecture,

Nothing more.

I know of many walls

That cannot be demo'd.

I long for a home

That is not this house.

This house will never be home

While love lives somewhere else.

I dwell among bricks

And wish I lived in a place

Made of stronger stuff.

I don't know where.

Someone will take me there

When the time is right.

Everything will shine like new.

If I didn't believe that,

I would stay among the broken glass

And wait.