The Garden Wall Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Climbing up the garden wall,
the questions loom
—the answers small

Climbing up the garden wall,
the past retreats
—the future falls

Climbing up the garden wall,
a distant voice
—your name beyond

Climbing up the garden wall,
a minstrel plays
—forgotten songs

Climbing up the garden wall,
Lot's wife is dead
—not looking back

Climbing up the garden wall,
the top in sight
—the beanstalk jacked

Climbing up the garden wall,
I reach across
—all fear behind

Climbing up the garden wall,
horizons new
—the choices mine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2017)