without hope of capture

i want to be sitting on a fence
in need of mending
where there's space enough
to wonder
the use of the fence

and looking
i want to be looking out
on land without hope of capture
by any poet
of its subtle beauty

and facing a breeze
that lifts hair from the neck
reminds of lack of urgency
for anything
when taking in life this way

i want this to go on
for some time
with sun going behind clouds
over and over
making shadows that travel
across the land like great animals
that used to roam some time ago

and hearing
i want to be hearing
in the way where the sound
comes to me
instead of trying to filter
or lend my ear to something
so much so

i want to be breathing
contented breaths
and step away
when its time