I put up a 7 1/2 ft. chain linked fence to keep the ****** deer out of the garden.
Secretly, I wonder, if I had the fence built another half-a-foot higher, could I’ve kept out the no-longer-unimaginable disasters life has seen fit to shower upon me.
If I had it made solid, instead of chain linked, with barbs that nicked only me, would have misery passed me by, unable to peer inside, my anonymity, being my personal guardian and savior.
My garden’s yearly renewal, comes by human effort, but my wondering is unceasing, it’s living ache, a perennial, an evergreen hemlock, that cannot be cut.
until such time, at last, it chooses to cut me first, and the garden retreats to its aboriginal wild forest state, and both our cycles are completed.