The wall was blank, a ghastly white
I didn't own it ~let the mountains rise,
~let the mountain come to Mohammed.
An entertaining hovel, my abode
inhabited by ants, roaches and I.
I tore the daily news to shreds
and the mountain rose upon the blankness
a ghastly white now overlapped with grays.
My Everest, my Himalaya's rise
calling me to cleaner brighter heights and space.
Mindful now, upon an image born wall
my wishes form in random revelry.
Places that oft, I longed to go.
~ images of skies, I thought to see
Yes, I like He of old, I will come to thee.