A Wall That Is Not There! Poem by David Taylor

It was a strange wall
so high and firm
with graffiti'd thoughts
as far as I could see
with such a range of
materials
smooth lava still hot
and wrinkled granite
soft soap
and dripping wax
and I'm told;

I built it.

But I do not
remember
although each part
is so familiar
and most strangely
one time I found;

a door.

I'm sure it is there
somewhere
but I cannot find it now
and when I found it;

or perhaps it found me.

I fell through
and on the other side
of that wall;

it was not there.