Fences

Our trees, oblivious of the fence, embrace –

their tender boughs swaying to summer’s song

leaves dancing, touching, teasing

while underground their long fingers intermingle,

winding through the dust and ashes of eternity

gently stroking the interred bones of wisdom lost.

I’m the one that kept the fence

and watched you plant  your sentinel bushes

like giant eagles standing guard

and we both turned our backs

satisfied to be separate, disconnected, private

while the trees, our trees,

laughed at the joke

knowing we are all joined at the root.