Fences

Fences

The sun abides today,

in glorious spring brightness:

out in my garden I browse

flowers among the bees.

I glance above me and find

tracks of jets cut the sky,

blue haze and wind-swept glow,

like Hyacinth's astral Lover.

It's said good fence, good neighbor,

but I've also heard how

a wall to keep others out

will keep oneself as well.

How much is my garden a garrison,

fenced and walled around?

And if I should look up,

what beyond this do I find?

(5/21/2009)