And What

What do you say then
to that line out the door
to the man standing in it
scratching at your meaning
like someone counting
cards under that calm
exterior
smile
waiting for you
to betray something
so he can see a way in
so he can win

how can you walk through
a door made of mirrors
that warp their reflections
in the distance
between you
and the glass

how can you move towards
somewhere
when you don’t know
where you stand now
how can you make up
from nothing

you didn’t know
because you didn’t know
that you would have to learn
the philosophy of the seagull
that you would have to build
another kind of wall
that no one could see
not even him