Rising above
The rattle of dead leaves
In an absent minded breeze
Unsettling sound in the stillness
Then overhead suddenly
White wings wink
against a lapis lazuli sky
And the mood is lifted
By the swoop of feathers,
A different bird to the usual buzzard
Who hovers keen eyes glinting
Circling, seeking out the slightest rustle
Competing with our cats for the fields' rodents,
No sign of the raptor today
Just acres of sky mirrored in waterlogged fields
All is safe for the mice and me.
I forge on across the land
Leading to crouched farm buildings,
Alone on the edge of the world
Earth and water slide into one
Strange bird calls vibrate along power lines
As the pylon quakes in the sun
I listen to its electric hiss.
Sun light blanches
I reach into it
Stretching
Climbing
Photon by photon
Disappearing
Into the ultra violet
Only I can see.
That's the crux of the matter
The knot that's been pulling
I can unpick its thread
Here and now
Unravel it fully
And if I want to
Start again
Regardless
And In spite of what others have said.
I pick my way back towards home
Boots sinking into soft sodden earth
No one else knows what this feels like to me
No one else sees the water's glint as I do
And I do not taste this cold air like the hare does
As she leaps across the ploughed ridges,
Also making her way home.
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