Fence
from behind a distant hill the fence
rushes at me flinging its barbs at the
empty field, the winded highway
by touching a gnarled fence post
i grow into the earth
below the clumped grass to her soul
when i touch the wire
i feel the damp nostril the hot breath
of an unseen cow beyond the hill
far from separating the fences have
stitched
the land together (and us to the land)
through their steel and wood come
the
tremors of a hundred years and lives