The cell was smaller than a bedroom
or a life sentence
but the second night,
the first of sleep,
S. was awoken
by a knocking on the wall
and so the wall that separated them
joined them

when walls
become shared words
we are in the presence
of ourself.



With acknowledgements to Simone Weil

Michael Shepherd

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0066-the-cell/