Chalky white stone
As if the Cotswolds in Ibiza
A two-and-half metre high wall
With blue sky beyond its boundary
Not an ounce of angst
Not one millimetre of disagreement
Concordance in all directions
How so so very different
We wear new hats now
Actually I have no hat at all
But choose the security of the shade
For my full on self-exposure
Unaware of my contribution
To other’s development
I watch for patterns
In the building’s fabric
