We Like To Change Somehow Poem by RIC BASTASA

between our two houses
is a high wall and what
we see are only
the tips of trees when
we climb the stairs
and stay on top
between us is this old
feeling of envy
the anger that we have
inherited from our
origins and then we
claim that we are too busy
to resolve them we do not
bother talking about them
and so the houses stand tall
and proud as they are
our defenses against
our craving for
oneness
the walls are guards
of our weakness our
longing to call ourselves
with our very own
names