Trail of the tossed pebble
An act pulled back
into the mind
High above it all
Wishing not to be caught
In that fraught
history
Light and air
Sew the hour
Into your collar
to pay your way
in a troublesome land
Some people are the tall trees
Who hold up the sky
Roadside benediction
Country morning
Everyone’s out –
The deer, the sheep,
the rabbits, the cows …




