Self Portrait as The Shimmering Wall

Self Portrait as The Shimmering Wall

by Cailin Dorsey

 

 

I am the wall at 7 am;

golden rays stream from the soft pink sky

awakening my charcoal metal scales.

They recoil in dullness, unwilling to be seen,

but they have no choice: a fresh gleam overtakes them.

 

I am the wall at 12 pm;

people rush by, too busy to notice me;

I am perfectly content observing.

My branches shake, my leaves shimmy;

I gently sway in the bright yellow world.

 

I am the wall at 5 pm:

angry people sit in traffic, finding my every flaw,

discovering my weaknesses and my worries.

My branches no longer dance, but instead they tremble

in the uncomfortable openness, with nowhere to hide.

 

I am the wall at 12 am:

No longer illuminated by sunlight;

I should be resting, relaxing in my freedom.

Instead, false blue lights attempt to make me shimmer;

I am open, I am vulnerable. I am never truly alone.