The fence gently holds you, separate but not apart. No boots will trample you. No dogs will foul you. Surrounded, you’re free. Your thoughts bloom as wildflowers, insects, kestrels and bluebirds some of which fly away and are forgotten. Calmly, patiently, you rest as you reclaim yourself to your self. I’ve circled you so many times, creating a spiral through time. With each pass you have told me this: although my soul is infested with weeds, I can be restored to my real self. Just as the people tend you, gently, you are tending me. The fence that keeps me from lying in your grass also keeps my dreams, safe.