And you wake up one morning
realizing the fence is not nearly as pristine
or perfect or strong as you once thought,
that your legs are long enough to climb over,
that the gate can be opened,
and everything that was on the other side
is suddenly yours.
About this poem
Generally, we are the walls we need to climb. And once we accept that, change becomes possible.
Sipping coffee. Contemplating change.
PS: The picture was taken in Bedford County, Va.