(my short film monday lagniappe for you… take 3 minutes out of your life)

Walls

You believe…

Calypso…

In rising seas,

In openings, closings,

In walls to protect him;

The journey no longer as important 

As the destination.

We build trust,

We fall apart, Inside this temporary

Housing.  Odysseus, heavy as stone,

Maintains his sad sway — An island

Without bridge-makers in

This migrant disorder.

“If my work is accepted, I must move on to the point where it is not.”

— John Cage