All I know is that every now and then I love my life

And I have to stop myself, remind myself, and say,

“See there!”

And it is both new and not surprising

And I like what I do, really like it

But walls erect themselves without help from me

Though I take one or more rocks down each day

Darned if they don’t mutate on their own

And it doesn’t matter how often you call it dead

It resurrects and resuscitates so quickly

And before you know it, your whole prairie-land

Has square after square of walls in the rolling hills