build a new fence

The wood has been treated
with pressure.
Built to sustain hardships.

Arranged with equal spacing,
board after board of wood builds a wall
strong, and powerful.
Blocking more than can pass through,
it makes you believe you have a chance,
through the narrow openings.
Reality stands different.

Border. Barrier. Boundary.
All names apply.
Its commonality in partitioning property
eludes us,
the shared spread of land between us
stretches too far.

A new collection
of wood designed to withstand pressure,
due to arrive soon.

memories turned to dust

Collecting dust in the corner,
memories of who I once was
and hoped to be,
stand stagnant
letting the castaway remnants of air
settle, and find a new home.

Layer upon layer,
compressing those beneath,
perhaps eventually
stratifications will appear through the dusty clouds.
Memories, all visible,
stacked on top of the other.

Remove one layer at a time,
clean and polish the surface.
When memories have turned to dust
it’s time to let them go.

May we all build a trail

Build a trail just for you.
Wind it between mountains,
across valleys.
Make it durable to weather storms
but malleable to change.
Carve out a little more each day,
find the destination as you go.
Your trail is your own
for you alone are in control.

May we all build a trail
unique and meaningful
curating joy and purpose.
May we hold the courage to defend our trail
against conforming ideals
and external expectations.
May we gain strength from others,
lending it to us
when we fall under attack.

May we unite with each other
to defend as one
and celebrate as many.