I stare at this wall and want to know
myself. Built-up on beams and dry wall.
Plastered over, painted to match. Holes
cut out for windows, covered in blinds,
filled with panes. Tiny holes cut for cables
carrying energy, data, communication. Walls
hung with artwork, sayings, photos of a past
I must recall. What is my nature beneath
all of this, what space without walls? The arch
of my head away from the sun, my neck against.