Chinks

I am not happy with this. Or maybe happy is not the right word. I have resisted writing about this. I did not title it walls or wailing because it seems I might use those titles for another reflection. Still, it seemed I should write something. So this is it for today. My something.

Walls:

The wall demolished

Which made Germany

One.

The Wailing Wall

Oh yes

The Wailing Wail

It allows

Well…wailing.

If we build another wall

Either from one side

Or the other

No matter who

Pays for it.

If good fences

Make good neighbors

As the poet maintained

The neighbor piece

The good piece

Still means we have to see

Our neighbor,

As the Germans did

With family

On both sides.

We wail

We are so familiar

With walls.

We build them

All the time.

We put prayers

In the chinks.

There are always

Chinks.

There are always

Prayers.

And always

May we wail.