Prone to Climb

There it is. Another one.
Grey and worn and yet still firm.
A bit high. A statement.

Every fence is a decision.
A thing to obey, or ignore
and climb over,

each choice with its own risk,
and its own reward. Every fence
is a decision.

About this poem

Not a lot of mystery to this one. I am prone to climb fences. Open closed doors. Go where I am not really supposed to. So far, costs and all, I have not regretted it.

The picture was taken in Kennebunkport, Maine.

Tom