Along the Fence

if the world

holds if

the property

passes to

gentle

owners if

the stars

align these

trees along

the fence line

will flourish

grow strong and

nourish

generations of

insects squirrels

deer

with each rising sun

these then mighty oaks

will whisper your name

no one walking

through the old meadow

or cresting the far hill

seeing them for the first time

will know why they’re here

yet still the trees

will carry

recall

how there being is

because of you

and i too will remember

wending through the plenum

to the next life and the lives

after that with the hope

once again of finding you