Super Muri Quod Rimas

we’ve climbed over these walls
to look into what we thought
would give us light
but that’s when night came.
now when we pray
we do not mention a name
we only call on a father
and assume where he resides.
at the end of the story
we find him-
the boy who broke both limbs
climbing down these walls
he had leaned on one of the cracks
he had become imperfect.
as nothing is perfect yet.

leonell