I leap from the train
to the tops of trees
Fine open branches barely taking my weight
clambering like ‘The Baron of the Trees‘
Level with my imagination
the terrifying life of a dream,
frozen in the sky.
I follow the road, empty
Coarse country gravel
free from iron, cable channels
anonymous rough rectangles
tarmacadam.
With hedges which give way to fields
it curves gently up the valley floor and runs on
without destination
Lost
love will send me there
Smilax climbing safe from harm
and riding smoothly somewhere new