And Oh ! to cross the line
Between seeking wisdom
And a loopy rant
We try and we just can’t
Avoid tripping over
Fences, on these people’s land
As we run our errands
While reaching out for a truth
Possibilities, of a helping hand
Relying on the friends, loving the neighbours
A tall weed, peeps out of their trimmed greens
A visible effort, nevertheless, forever unseen.
-Al