There’s a fence post
By the water
Last one standing
Or would be
If there wasn’t another like it
On the other side of the dam
(I don’t know why
I only noticed this one today)
A vestige of a fence line
Now defunct
And disappeared
We only know ourselves
It seems
In relation to others
A single post
Becomes a fence line
Becomes a story, even a history
Becomes something more than itself
And today this fence post is me
Remembering
I am not alone
I am more than myself
And together we are a story