The Garden Wall
Patterns on the wall
you, in this moment
all that’s possible
Outside the garden
guided by compass
headings on a map
River or roadway
might even divine
by cracks in the wall
Twisting, the seams lead
erratically
upward out of sight
A destination
only ants might know
but could not explain
Latch-drop clicks as clocks’
tics, tics pass each point
with no turning back
