i like the idea of boundaries
even though i absolutely hate
the idea of borders.
the smallest boundary i know
are the covers of a book.
the largest is the cloud
of meaning held in it.
kafka wrote, in a story, that only a great wall
can be an adequate foundation for a tower of babel.
i don't want your towers. it's yours to keep.
i know a way out: let's babble in trust
and barter its loss.
i know what our boundaries could be made of:
glass, refined from the ruins of sandcastles
that children made and the sea washed away.
it'll be so cool to touch. i'll put my cheek against it
and look outside. you, my dear outsider, look out
for me, and i'll trust you like a great wall.
~ ajay
17/6/2024
