The Wall

It is interesting to me to note who stays, who leaves the halfway house, and how they stay, or leave.  Sometimes the story seems clear, sometimes it gets clearer in time, sometimes it remains muddy and I*m left wondering if the whole idea is just to say to someone: See?  I gave it a try...when really all the effort went to maintain the facade, and the wall was hardly there at all.  

Yesterday I found my client

Went over the wall.

Of course he didn*t tell anyone.

Now I wonder why he was even there

At all.

There were pieces to the story

I will never know.

I do know

He did not find serenity

Here.

He knew the patter,

The steps.

He knew what to say.

He knew that he knew

Everything

Except

How to make this work.

On Friday

He went over the wall

Which is hardly a wall

At all.