overstepping boundaries:
overstepping boundaries
A fence, made up of wires stretched taut from wooden pole to wooden pole, creates the boundary. It was placed there recently, quite, from where it had been taken down not too long ago. It is still amazing how sometimes it is up and sometimes not. I don’t see it come down or go up — it’s just either there or not.
obviously decided at whim, for it makes no sense at all
Or does it? Maybe, if I pay attention, I could deduce the intention by ticking off the fingers of my hand when it is moved. But who has the heart? What heart? Ah, that would be the heart trampled by horses that cross the boundary when it disappears as if by magic, horses that stomp and snort when the boundary is there.
it is seductive to think
of overstepping the boundaries whether they’re there or not. Now that I know they exist at times, they are permanent, albeit invisible. It’s like the imaginary line of the equator. Every now and then, I try to lightly step over the dropped fence, then have to step back cautiously. A few times, I’ve had to jump back.
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