Walk away from the wall and
say to yourself: now I see
the maze that confused me
when i stood so close.
Take comfort in its endless,
shrinking safety.
And in each step see less of
each stone, feel none of the
sun's head captured in the
clay, and never again touch
the names carved into the
bricks b those who stood with
you in confusion, so close.

Prints In The Valley by Robert Carter