I wanted to be a wall
Steadfast boundless, rising ten feet tall
A stone steel fortress blazed with murals to proclaim
I would huddle troubled masses, blocking wind, blocking rain
A parapet to the trumpets triumph blast. Make straight the way for a kingdom coming fast
Well…
Quick I am a log, covered moss, in quiet fog
A tower turn side down. Feeding grubs to mice around
Mixed and hidden amongst the hills, Clover wrapped and waiting still
Long limber limbs reach filtered in the stream. Secret birds and shadows find rest and time to dream
I am not a fortress force, upon my height to plot a course
But a fence for streams and grace. a place to sit and rest the race