Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Prison and Pane


The light through the window splashes the office wall.
Photons crash against and melt into painted cinder block
revealing imperfections - bathing, softening, dreaming.
A siren’s song. A bright reminder of what lies without.

But, the vertical blinds cast shade
                        thick, cold bars against the warmth.
Segmenting the sea of sunshine,
                        the wall forced to realize its purpose.
A fantasy shattered by shards of shadow
                        A stark reminder of what lies within.

© Jeff Wilson, 2012
 

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