Selected Poems
Outside Aylesbury, The Fence – Chasing Yesterday.
There is space between two fences
where lines of barbed wire are worthless.
A marker of what is ours and theirs, nothing
between good neighbors and better friends.
The border stone rises once again to
reclaim its view of the sun and space.
It stands as a stepping stone, urges
us, cross between forgotten barriers.
Snow carves waves with the wind.
Grass refuses to go gently under.
Beyond this thicket, the horizon, where
wave after amber wave, becomes ocean.
We have learned the difference
between what school sold us and
told us, about the need to leave a
faith in broken things, made by men.
We squeeze through what little is left
of the open space in our split fences.
We swim to an ocean, while there is time
before we drown in promises of spent grain.
