Fence hedge 
or wall
boundaries be
less impediment 
and much 
more challenge
to those 
intent on
getting in
but not 
on staying 

As I stand
high above next 
to the trunk
I peer out 
at the skinny 
branches where once 
was my home 
nest now gone 
just barren fingers 
that reach outwards 
it was there
I learned to 
at last fly
at last found
comfort and calm 
and my way
back to center 

I sometimes wonder 
if the space 
between my thoughts 
and its silence 
is what attracted 
you to me 
the gap between 
where you watched 
me wander away 
and if it’s 
that you wanted 
to come along 
but knew you 
couldn’t and so
quietly stayed behind 
content in hearing 
of my adventures 

The house 
always wins
taking my
attention away
like crickets 
yet unseen 
but heard
chirping away 
this needs
doing and 
that too
and all 
the while 
you stay 
in pajamas 
and repose 

In early eve
as things slow 
and even the 
clock’s chime longs
into it’s bong
start of night 
gives its pause 
most never notice 
moments as these
when the shadows 
of day past
roll quietly up
and far away 
lights in kitchens 
show figures moving 
and standing about 
what’s for dinner