I live enclosed within a forest vast
attending to the bounds of tree-lined fields
their trunks grow close with bracken at their feet
and all along the edge I range and prowl
for not all walls are built of rock and stone
they grow like brambles sharp or hedges tall
we scarcely notice ’til they block our way
which brings me standing here in silent muse
I find that I am lost in my own maze
for lack of keeping creeping brush in check
and thus surrounded, must continue on
for movement keeps the snaring roots away
though branches try to hold me back, in place
that I would not find vantage and escape
forever trapped in unfamiliar walls
My discontent with this leads me to break
both wood and vine pursuing my own path
and blazing mark a new trail over ground
unhindered by the tangle, step by step
retaking what my garden has become