[Tas]

you’re a tower on a hill
standing tall in the present
looking out to the future
you impress the solidity
of a sturdy pillar

but we don’t see what’s inside
you’re a ruin and a wreck
you’re leaning into the wind
you’re holding onto the last thread
of the rope you hang from

they came to you for shelter
you opened up just for them
they promised they’d stay but they
always leave eventually
like passing transients

but you are the tower still
standing lonely on the hill
weathering every storm
that batters against your tough walls
and rattles the windows

your foundation never shifts
no you will never fall down
you’ll stay upright till the end
because the world from your vantage
is still yours yet to take

mortar the bricks in your walls
patch up the holes with plaster
rearrange the furniture
make room for the next visitor
this one might even stay