a lonely little crack

I sat down and wrote it.

I walked one day

along a long crooked wall.

Though it winded and turned,

it was together, sound.

I sat at the foor of a tree

that stood along the stone wall

and as I sat beneath its shade

I tried to see my reflection.

As I stared

I saw a crack,

a lonely little crack

about half way up from the bottom;

or half way down.

He ran straight as a crack can run

between two grey stones

and away from me.

I wanted to stay and talk

to learn where he'd come from

but it was late and I had to be getting home.

I walked straight as I could walk

along the stone wall.

I came back

from time to time,

always ending where our friendship began.

He grew much faster than I,

a little more with each pass.

Then

one day the little crack was gone,

he had taken the wall with him.

I searched and searched

all along my winding footprints

but to no avail.

And then finally,

probably by chance,

I came upon our tree.

I sat beneath its shade one last time

crying for more the crack than myself.

Looking about half way down;

or half way up;

where I remembered my crack to be,

I saw at last my reflection.

 

It was cracked,

straight as it could be,

and away from me.

Reviews

[Maya]

this is amazing.
seriously.
blows me away.
breathtaking.
BEAUTIFUL!

[Illegitimate Artist]

I love the repetition of 'halfway down or halfway up' That really kinda' tied the whole lot together. Very creative little diddy. Nice work!