Willow, water, reed
Feed into timelines
To tread back-along
Natural sounds (sheep, birds, bees)
Camouflage the road noise
Still the rumbles of the aircraft
Destined for those other places
I went there myself
It was a while ago
I am often reminded
She met me at the airport
She was happy
For she knew I wasn't straying
Destined for those other places
In those days I often took a cigarette
I would care for one now
If only for the memory, of deep inhalation
This poem is from the collection
