Day: March 8, 2021

I see the fence along the dune holding back
Or holding in; a personality all its own
Wonder is my only word; beauty there:  
Behind, before, above and forever
Give someone credit for the installation
Others may say:  make him pay
I grieve because of human conflict
Find joy in nature’s tolerance
The beauty will be forever
With or without mortal beings
We trust in the rising sun
I disdain the arrogance of fools
We will never sort it out
That is not what humans do
I will watch the fencing 
Between the waves and the shore
Give and take is the nature of that dual
There is no victory; there is no defeat
What remains is ecstasy which can’t be explained
You make of it what you will
There is no right; no wrong; no worries 
Change is a constant and 
Will remain long after us
Beyond the dunes the Piping Plovers agree
They have moved to new territory
We long for inner peace and
Want our journey to be serene
Hard-fast rules will get in the way
Live free:  observant of all you can take in
From glaciers to snow fence in 14,000 years
Does anyone need a guru?
Enjoy these fleeting moments
Acknowledge the romantic show
Be aware of wonder and appreciate
People are leaving old territories
Instead of working for their rights
We must encourage them to build 
Their own government of freedom
We cannot and must not invite them
To cross our fence for a free lunch or soon
We will all be hungry and without hope
The tides of evil must not prevail

Stanski
March 8, 2021 ^