One cold night there was a woman.
walking home, alone from work.

when suddenly she saw a stone wall.
Standing there, immovable and tall.

She moved along, the stark stone wall.
wondering why its here at all.
For she has already walked this way
almost each and every day.

Why is it she now can see?
How has it come to be?

The wall did not arrive over night,
maybe it walked she thought.
with morbid delight.
The idea alarmed her, a whole new plight.

Then distinctly upon the ground,
A silken crack she suddenly found.
It moved and slithered to where she stood
gliding faster than she could run.

Falling fast past the earth,
she saw the wall in all its girth.
How the wall extended with joy and pride.
There was no place for her to hide.

She saw one, she saw all.
She saw the nature of time, an eternal sprawl.
Most of all she saw herself.
All her life on one small shelf.

Then suddenly she stopped falling,
The gentle stop was long and galling.

Again she saw the large stone wall.
Standing there gentle and tall.