I’m building a wall—9 ½’ long, 2’ wide, high as a five-gallon bucket; two tons or more of unshaped field stones, some bearing the lichen they grew where once they lay, minding no business. They dreamed whatever enchants stones to their place, until a dozer woke them, a truck moved them, they were palletized, sold, and delivered, and now they enter my dreams. The wall encloses and keeps out nothing, marks no boundary, adjoins no neighbor. In a few days, when the last stone has been set, the calendar of the wall will start,
I really like this, thank you for sharing it. Love this line so much -- I kept turning it over and over.
"They dreamed whatever enchants
stones to their place, until a dozer woke them, "
Lovely to find another wall, so long after Frost's.