napowrimo poem 24: or lean (mason’s love poem)

prompt: write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like – the work of a mason.

after i had placed
one brick, and another
day after day
and year, and years
made of dust and glitter
small nightmares
quiet tears
always thinking
i was reaching for the sky
a fellow mason
passed me by
building with only ribs
even skeletal dreams
such a stunning wall
all space and seams

i began it
the slow edging out
of my own heavy corners
to place myself into that space
with all the reach i could endure
breathing a suspended arch between
where we could only collapse
or relinquish
or lean