Days Go On and On

Another day, another scare for the integrity of the Walls. I try, I really do, to leave the doors open and the words spoken aloud without discrimination. But I am not there. So my voice is silent, and my mind occupies itself with other activities. I am content. If frustrated.

Grateful, that the Hudson River still glitters in the sunset, that the park roses bloom without hesitation. Summer-awakened birds drown out the silence within, for however long it lasts.