Bounding fence

The fence so close inviting me to climb
may become a seat to rest for a time.
Close trees offer a tempting place to go,
further trees fade into the foggy glow.

Fences on further margins of the field
invisible, so far they are beyond
forces to which my questing mind must yield.
They seemed close, before my body time bound.

Perhaps another way, my mind tied time
round my body, dancing rhythm and rhyme,
pounding unanswered rope ends into shields,
blunting pride, so peaceful thoughts I will wield.

—Michael Dickel © 2022