maelynslavik

There's a wall in front of me.

Too tall to climb.

No room to crawl under.

Too long to go around.

All I have is a plastic spoon.

So I chip away at the wall.

I've been chipping away for years.

There is this bench in a park.

It has a plaque

Dedicated to a man

Who sat there every day

And watched the world go by.

I wonder what he was like,

What he saw.

As I sit here