“As Blank as Walls” / Memorable Fancies #4133

[“We stand round blankly as walls.” – Sylvia Plath]

One wall of my house has neither window nor picture nor plaque. Sometimes I stand in front of it, waiting. I have given this wall freedom to be anything, or nothing. A plaque or picture would just force it to be something of me, not itself.

I am patient.

Some day it may show me a crack, or at least a cobweb. Then I will stand somewhere else. And look at another wall.

Waiting for it to betray me, too.