My broken fence

My broken fence kissed by earth
laid there, wet in rain
the shade of worms and dented sand
welcomed the fall in glory

You break a twig, you leave a print
for me to gaze, let the shadow laze
coiled fingers slowly uncurl,
wiping sweats of anticipation

cold hands against the dark skirt
waiting..waiting..
resolutely gawking at blunt splinters
now dead and meaningless.

I gape, at the closeness
Where did time go?
While it blinds men
I embrace my reality.