The Walls

There is a koan that says
That in time two sides
Of the same wall meet,
Like palms in hopeful prayer,
That shut each other from
Frigid air of unbelief.
There is no hopeful antonym for
Meet, so I’ll say we’ll meet again—
Indoors we’ll meet—between the
Walls, knowing well each other’s
Souls, and always meeting,
Waving greeting throughout eternity,
We’ll find the painted lines that find
The final resting place of
Minds diverging, meeting,
Embracing in the cold.



Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio


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