It’s in the Walls
they speak at night
after the lights are turned
corridors of silence
stir unlikely reverberation
echoes from the day
telling tales of what they
have seen and heard
making sense of what we can’t
in the walls have seeped
steeped stories about you and me
shared in the darkness
a dialog among objects
of our protection
they wait
become stiff and still again
with the daylight
watching, listening
standing guard for all that pass by
containers of our being
our thoughts, dreams, and fears
what has happened
inside this place
over the years
an answer will come
if we dare to stop
and listen
it’s in the walls
skipping stones 