Read slowly***
I stand at the fence
and I long for the vast depth of the unknown
I stand at the fence I created within a place of comfort and ease
There are flowers, chairs, people, and yet with the kiss of the wind my heart still longs
Although full of laughter and joy this place I’ve created remains empty
I stand at the fence and long for the vast depth of the unknown
There is a gap in the fence and I venture through. Surrounded by trees and smells invigorating my soul and captivating my mind, as I enter into the vastness I longed for
Here I have lost my sight. Here the unknown screams deafening words in my ears, and I retreat once more to the safety of my fence
The fence that I created
I stand at the fence once more and long for the vast depth of the unknown
As I stand at the fence the kiss of the wind asks me; “Son, what do you want me to do for you?”
I can barely hear the question as birds clatter above me dropping pain, fears, and lies into the safety of my fence
I am once again distracted, overcome by my own desire to return the fenced area to its false sense of comfort where I am in control
The comfort is reached, and all is well again. The brush from wind’s kiss completely lost and forgotten
I stand at the fence once more, and long for the vast depth of the unknown
(Gentry W.)