0066 The Cell Poem by Michael Shepherd
0066 The Cell
The cell was smaller than a bedroom
or a life sentence
but the second night,
the first of sleep,
S. was awoken
by a knocking on the wall
and so the wall that separated them
joined them
when walls
become shared words
we are in the presence
of ourself.
With acknowledgements to Simone Weil
Wonderful piece Michael. The way that you have laid it out make this a very inspirational piece.
Neat insight Michael and, as usual, brought together well. There is a similar tale with the sea. Often viewed now as a barrier it was, originally, the link between cultures. I like the personal echo of that in this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:47:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
when walls become shared words we are in the presence of ourself. I never hesitate to write with utmost care and respect, we are blessed with a good small poem