This quiet river
Meandering through the town
For thousands of years
This quiet river
Meandering through the town
For thousands of years
And I’m still falling
A shadow on the hillside
Another rain cloud
Cease to be myself
Reluctantly I resign
To be someone else
Drip drip drop down dale
Rain drifts in a sideways gale
Hide in a hay bale
In the moon shadow
Trees cast long dark lines above
And reel us inward
Solid lumps of clay
Levered out of the fire pit
A giant jigsaw
I don’t need a cage
I don’t need a lock and chain
Words can keep you safe
Newly stubbled fields
Glow golden as the sun bursts
This year it still hurts
With just a hammer
Everything looks like a nail
Break us to pieces
Up and down we bounce
We’re stars of the trampoline
The daily sunset