Brick by brick <br />we are building a future <br />with our own hands - <br /> <br />this is not easy: <br />we have not been trained; <br />our ground’s un- <br />even and our spirits re- <br />fuse the equilibrium <br />of rest; <br /> <br />at best, <br />no one <br />will kick us <br />out of the place we’ve made, <br />at worst <br />our future - <br />like our past - <br />will shake <br />and that will be that. <br /> <br /> <br />At any rate, <br />no unwelcome rat-a-tat at <br />a door <br />will close us in. <br /> <br />Meanwhile, <br />this <br />picking up of bricks, <br />this <br />careful placement of <br />impossible storeys <br /> <br />makes up our Life- <br />story. <br />Our house <br />is <br />lifted <br />up in our hands.<br /><br />Jacqui Thewless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-girl-in-the-shelter/
