Along the Fence

if the world

holds if

the property

passes to

gentle

owners if

the stars

align these

oaks along

the fence line

will flourish

grow strong and

nourish

generations of

insects squirrels

deer

with each rising sun

whisper your name

living memory

lingering spirit of

this ordinary place

no one walking

through the old meadow

or cresting the far hill

and seeing them for the first time

will know why they’re there

or what they call you

but always

they rise

in their arboreal

knowledge

that their being there

is because of you

and i too will remember

wending through the plenum

to the next life

and the lives after that

in the hope

once again

of finding you