Brick Poem by Elizabeth Kudebeh

One of many, we form a whole.
I am hugged by grout,
Constricted, yet constructing.

All those that surround me
Care nothing for words.
They are silent and focused,
I am distracted.

I secretly envy those cobblestones below.
Up near the sky we can
Hear their whispered giggles
Beneath clacking of heels
And soft thumping of soles.

I have waited too many years.
But as my neighbors erode away,
I can break free.
I sail downward to meet
My solid idols.
Those cold stones meet me with a crack,
And I join those that are strong and silent,
In the rubble.