Push

I prowl these lands
Hope for scent or sound
Scour the wasted times
For signs of significance

Such as that gull in flight
The bare bramble bush
At the aft cusp of winter

I have a thirst, a real thirst
Not due to the poem
Down to the dirt, down to the
Diatribe of lifelong learning


A poem from Nameless Places and Hospital Gowns - Love Cared for by Relate available from iTunes and Amazon