There are only so many bricks to hinder the succession of thoughts and feelings
Even without acknowledgment the crocodile still sneaks through.
Take time to reveal it to the masses
And the discovery will be black, silent without truth and understanding.
Chisel a hole through the bricks for cold feet without permission
And the toes curl against the warmth and awaken the light.
Briefly there is a moment of humanness; a pause from the thought and feel
Then an opening registers a foreign sound from without...
Wonder follows. Interest peaked.
Not before the bricks return with cement, steel and plaster.
It covers, blocks, ignores.
The crocodile still creeps looking for a way out.