The hagazussa doesn't sit on the fence, anymore: the wall is down between
wilderness and town. Walking through kicking up dust in a mind dislodging
bits of gritty recollections. Tall weeds lean over a path you created, Vincent.

Weeds are the earth’s congregation, stones its altar, sands are the tolling of
its stratigraphic clock. The global is where my home circulates with all other
places in "the thin outer veneer of our planet from the top of the tree canopy
to the bottom of our drinking water aquifers that support all human activity."

The gate, has
burned down.

The door
is
no more

 

 

 

The hahazussa: "As late as the Middle Ages, the witch was still the hagazussa, a being that sat on the Hag, the fence, which...separated the village from the wilderness." H.P. Duerr, Dreamtime: Concerning the Boundary between Wilderness and Civilization. Oxford, UK, 1985.
the thin: S.A. Banwart, et al., "Executive Summary," Sustaining Earth's Critical Zone. The University of Sheffield, UK, 2013. (slightly altered.)