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
Upon my parapet the triumph trumpets blast.
Make straight the way a kingdom coming fast
Well…Hmm….
It looks like I’m a log,
covered moss, in quiet fog
A tower turned side down
Feeding grubs to mice around
Mixed and hidden amongst the hills,
Clover wrapped and waiting still
Long limber limbs reaching filtered in the stream.
Where secret birds and shadows find rest and time to dream
I am not a fortress force, upon great heights to plot a course
But a fence for streams and grace. a place to sit and rest the race