fences with many distances
between the poles.
palisades marked by colored banners,
tattered and waving
marking paths
and warning trespassers -
the shades have yet to change.
the wayfarers were merely wanderers
who passed the time for a little while longer
in awe of the natural beauties -
wonders of this new world
felt more like home
than the journey to oldtown.
our innermost temples
rock at the notion
of the unexpected
but they still will come.
deep breaths
while the air is the thinnest.