Of Walls And Fences.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

now marlon
you are a man and father
though the
child is not yours but as you take it
inside your arms
you finally have a world of your own
away from us
as you build now your walls
and fences
as you exclude those that
care for you
it is the distance that watches you
now
it is the fullness
that you take proud
the tower on top of the
cliff
leaning upon a
white cotton
cloud

what lovely fig tree are you
no one uproots you now
no one

javi cries
and you shut us away
at least
for the moment
and you call it
glorious, joyful
we wait.