03-02-2021, 07:24 AM
Bushwalk
Too tired to walk
through the cicada bearing bush to the sea,
which is always roaring.
Sand slows me down. I am caught in the sun’s web
stretched between scraggly branches,
buzzing like a bee.
Somewhere, a mountain pass
with snow underfoot and fog rolling in,
the wind like needles,
is moot.
Now I am as the trees, rooted,
vexed by the stars, and torn by the sea.
Too tired to walk
through the cicada bearing bush to the sea,
which is always roaring.
Sand slows me down. I am caught in the sun’s web
stretched between scraggly branches,
buzzing like a bee.
Somewhere, a mountain pass
with snow underfoot and fog rolling in,
the wind like needles,
is moot.
Now I am as the trees, rooted,
vexed by the stars, and torn by the sea.