Wonderings

Wonderings
I wondered if the wall
Had ears to hear,
The thoughts of the heart,
As it wondered

I wondered if the bricks therein 
Should in time break, and crumble
At the beat and tick 
Of this old timer

I wondered if the steel therein 
Should in time bend, and turn
At the systole and diastole
Of this machine

I wondered if the sand,
And concrete thereof 
Should be tossed and whirled,
By the pumping and sucking

I wondered, over and over,
If it had ears to hear,
Will to obey,
The command of this great master

I wondered, if soon,
It should be brought down
And leave way,
For this heart to live and thrive.
                                        James Kaluna

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