Fences

12.28.07

FENCES

White picket
Barbed wire
Stone hewn
Chain link
Electric

They protect our space, delineate our domain,

Keep demons out, and animals in.

We build them by hand, stake by stake,

Or unfurl wire lace carpets to lie sideways to the sky,

Dig post holes and sink tar treated beams.

They brace against the wind,

Trap papers and tossed balls,

While birds sit astride and a small cat passes through.

Fences wind around a house, a landscape, a country, a prison

Some insurmountable, others rickety and fallible,

But each one has a gate, a latch,

Inviting entry or exit.

And we pass, or not, as the full moon rises.

Last Night in San Miguel

12/8/07

Another visit to San Miguel reveals and revels in the cool "winter" air and clear sky of December as I trot up and down the hill to CASA for more workshop organizing and dream questing. This short visit wraps up with the sobering news that SM has its dark side. Political cover-ups of local women killed and American franchises taking over.

But the smell of cypress trees, the sunshine and the walking pace of life continue to appeal as church bells ring, dogs bark, firecrackers break the dawn and open land beckons.