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Fence Line That Never Quite Holds

Morning lays a pale hand on the wire Dew beads up like borrowed time I set the posts in honest rows, I sighted down the line But the ground keeps shifting underfoot like it’s got its own mind Clay turns slick, the creek runs high, the staple loosens free And the map I carry in my chest don’t match what I can see A cedar leans, a gate won’t latch, the hinge sings low and thin And every time I swear “that’s that,” the wild comes walking in So I pull my gloves on tighter Still the pasture pulls back Oh, a fence line that never quite holds It bows like a promise in the weather I mend it up with patient hands The land unthreads it altogether Cattle drift like slow white clouds Past the corner stone, past my shoulder I draw a line, it fades away— A fence line that never quite holds There’s hoofprints where my straight path was, there’s thistle in the seam The wind makes music through the breaks, like laughter in a dream I chase a calf through buttercups, through shadow, through bright noon It slips between two leaning posts like water through a spoon And I can’t tell where “mine” ends now, where “yours” begins to start Just fences made of bending wood and fences made of heart If I could nail down daylight If I could stitch the sky Oh, a fence line that never quite holds It bows like a promise in the weather I mend it up with patient hands The land unthreads it altogether Cattle drift like slow white clouds Past the corner stone, past my shoulder I draw a line, it fades away— A fence line that never quite holds Maybe order’s just a lantern Swinging small against the dark Not to tame the whole wide field Just to find each other’s mark So I’ll leave a gap for mercy Let the creek have room to roam ’Cause what we call a boundary Is still learning how to hold And when the evening settles I hear the wire hum soft Oh, a fence line that never quite holds It bows like a promise in the weather I mend it up with patient hands The land unthreads it altogether Cattle drift like slow white clouds Past the corner stone, past my shoulder I draw a line, it fades away— A fence line that never quite holds Moonlight finds the leaning posts And makes them look like prayer I’ll fix it come tomorrow, love— Tonight, I let it breathe the air