Changes

Walls crumble yet we build them anyway
over the soft path of our minds,
over the gardens of our nights.

Some see seasons in every view
always ending in winter
without a chance for changes,
others don’t stop looking
deep beyond the obvious
aware it never stays the same
and in the most solid of landscapes
there can be quakes.

To stand and watch
is to let the mind walk
even through walls
because the footsteps
of those who travel
have passed through
those barriers before.