late afternoon these shadows hold

fragments of conversations

history created or recreated each moment

this is an elegy to those lines lost among trees

juniper, apple 

neglected walls covered with leaves

seemed I could walk forever cross the peaks of possibility

and I find myself crushed beneath this granite kiss

 

hairline cracks leave me exposed

light seeps through careless masonry

how did this happen after all those years

the constant struggle to build the wall

to mend the wall, to mend the wall

frost wrote something there is that doesn’t love a wall

that wants it down

and I find myself crushed beneath this granite kiss

 

it would take 15,000 men

243 years to build

260,000 miles of walls

I will balance here the thrill of the thing

outweighing the risk

hawk eyes see through me open doors

I fear to close

 

and I find myself crushed beneath this granite kiss

my failure to escape from this inevitable bliss

just two stones on the occasion of their first meeting