Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Some Walls

Feet of water, churning and splashing, sometimes docile, sometimes directive and with the desire of destruction when angry, missing in action, as the bottom this seabed lies naked, showcasing the nooks and crannies of the sands of time etched out each end every day and in the forever eon of time. This side of the craggy and purposely strewn rocks, forming a wall, are basking in the sun as its counterpart the marshland, salty and sometimes’ sinister blue-green water has headed out to visit another shoreline, breaking the news I am here with its white caps and rows of rounded waves. The ebb and flow, the give and take, the purpose and poise, the fact of life, the underbelly of nature, now you see me, soon you will have to look harder.

This wall, leading from the shoreline of Provincetown leading to the remote beaches straddling the Atlantic Ocean, all the way to the tip of lands end, is an inclusive human-made structure inclusive, protective and a passionate passageway for travel. People welcome, come to see the next best thing, as the ocean and the bay, come and go, just as time as demonstrated forever. It is the Jetty, a protectorate for the fragile, a projection for the imagination, and a place of peace for the necessary, please let me think, thrive, and retune my tempo and tantrum.

Walls can be necessary, but when the tide rolls out, this fortress forming of a boundary has fragile roots and is not so formidable or fearsome. I can breathe freely, inhale deeply, and recognize how large or small, important or inconsequential, intimidating or intimidated I am, and the life I live. This is the freedom that begs to infiltrate my every atom of my anatomy!


We watch another wall being built, not just the one Trump begs for on the Southwestern part of this nation, but one to protect his fragile ego, his sicker and sicker evil self-conscience, his nasty narcissism, and his demand to demean! There is no underbelly with Trump and his counter cultists, the GOP and the those who hide behind their own walls, just rot and ruin. We must never be too afraid to climb the wall, to find its foundations, and we must walk upon it, proving it nothing but a detour, leading us to something greater!