I will not go to where I have already been
Neither to where I know I am not going
I will find a different place in which to breathe
A screen of washing lines, flapping, blowing
Where unbuttoned blouses catch the breeze
Their scents gifted to the atmosphere
I will undo, down on my knees
Those zips to where we all do disappear
I will not wait for those who have not waited
Swing open the four-leaf clover cottage gate
Walk out past all those types who hesitate
In search of that, once romantic, vanquished state
No roads, or tracks, or country lanes
No turning back towards the evergreens
Take firmer steps to see the whooping cranes
Believe in life which, as if forever, unsteadily leans
