Of Thee And Me Poem by shimon weinroth

look at your wall,
neither friendly or hostile
amused and bemused
look at your mate,
and the wall opposite

there is another wall
each day has to be surmounted
again and again,
never taken for granted

grows taller or smaller,
by desire or rejection
thicker or thinner,
by impatience or love

it's there to take your measure
if there were no wall,
there would be no treasure
to seek or gateway to understand

the object and me
and subjective of thee