Brick Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

There is a division in this poem between ideal things imagined and real things experienced, and hope, however fragile it is, is like a plus factor - possibly turning the real into the ideal. The closing image of the chair dovetails with the image of home in the beginning. Both stand for comfort and belonging in a world which denies them to you. But the poem contains hope in their reality as things. Now if people's attitudes would have the integrity of these things, the world would greet you brightly.