(my short film 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