good fences make good neighbors

Mending Wall
by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

i remember reading this in college. i think i was twenty-five in an english class of some sort. i remember thinking i was that something there is that doesn't love a wall. now i am not so sure.

i've learned a lot about setting boundaries. i learned it my usual way...someone talked to me about it and then i did it. there are so many things i talk about, but it is truly the doing it that makes it learning and not just thinking for me. so i actually practiced setting boundaries this week and it's been different. i've felt it. it's a good different....i'm pretty sure. but i can see where, in familiar relationships, it will take this walking the fence line to repair where the boundary has become weak...a mutual effort. even though i am sure one of us will feel mischievious and like it's not really necessary. i just hope one of us remembers to go ahead and do it anyway. the fences don't always have to be high, you know? but a little something to define the boundary is probably a good thing.

well, at least this is where i am right now...

peace