You need not stand alone
To build your fencing;
The world will place your posts
And hold the nails.

Society selects
The souls it’s sensing,
And leaves you to construct
Your chosen jails.

The saplings we have sown
From our re-seeding
Now grow like great gray ghosts
To ring us in.

Perimeter protects
Our self-belonging,
While wooden ranks obstruct
What might have been.

So fairy circle time
Is oddly passing,
With decades in a week
Or week in year,

The moments pile on
In fond amassing,
They cluster ‘round the soul
But don’t adhere.

The daily hours rhyme
Without contrasting,
While sentences we speak
We quote by rote,

And when we join the swan
Within its summing,
We leave a neat round hole
Within our moat.