From Spring Cleaning, published 2015.
The rails of the wood fence.
Rain yesterday and today my hands
rest on the top rail.
I feel the layers in the wood
all the way through it and out the other side
fingernail-scraping soft and wet
on the surface
Solid and compact inside.
Time will pass
It will run through every inch of this rail
The fence will get to feeling the rain and soften up
so gently and quietly that
it will find itself
broken in pieces and lying on the ground
It will still be a surprise
though not unexpected.
I can feel all of this right now
laying my hands on the wet fence rail.