The Fence is a poem I wrote in 2020. It’s about a fence (surprise, surprise) and the property behind it that I passed while walking to high school. It’s funny how mundane things imprint on our psyches. I can’t account for it except that it’s one way everything can point to ultimate meaning. Plato said particular things suggest the reality of those things. So if I see a horse, it hints at what a horse truly is. Maybe things in this reality hint at something that is more deep and full, like the early reflections, the pre-echos, of a coming sound. Anyway, I hope readers enjoy The Fence. It first appeared in my book The Wind and the Shadows.
The Fence My route to school took me past a fence: tall, knotted boards flecked with moss, crowded together like old growth forest. Fir trees just behind the fence completed the appearance of woods and crossed their limbs against anyone looking in or out. Beyond the trees, a rooster gargled; clucking popcorned; cows groaned; a donkey had a fit of braying. A farm in the middle of the suburbs.... Who knows how long the farm was there before houses metastasized before it buried its face in a row of gnarled, wooden fingers.