Fences

This land is separated by fences.
Your land.
His land.
Her land.
Their land.
You landed on my mind.
But this land, separated by fences is not my land.
Sitting on a rock just beyond the tide pools watching the separation of a continent,
I can’t get across the divide from across the moat.
So he had his land.
And she had hers.
Caught in the middle some sat on white picket fences,
defenseless without property to speak for.
Like scars across the earth
We divided the land, and claimed to know the worth
Sitting beyond the tide pools I don’t need a fence to defend myself.
I’m grounded on my rock and the ocean will define my borders.
Until I drown.