Under the cities

The dirt awaits the day her

Time will come again

When the old dam breaks

When ancient clay bricks crumble

Wash us all away

I let my days go

And we all went up in smoke

With nothing to show

Look out the window

There are so many people

I am only one

Am I a robot?

Where does the machine finish

And the human start?

Invisible webs

Creep under the loamy ground

Do forests argue?

In the space between

Heavy headed grasses bend

We are still alive

No fire without smoke

There’s no vision without hope

No knots without rope

Autumn colours burn

In the hedgerow canopy

Should I let it go?

I don’t know how to

Say what I mean without

Saying what I don’t

Crisp clear morning air

Sweeps shadows across the plain

Questions unanswered

If I could just run

And never reach the finish

I would see it all

Rain retted seed heads

Bow and bend and break and blow

Hopes scatter and fall

Mend these broken nets

Connection knits into strength

Together we stand

Over the next hill

The green grass lures me in

No gain without loss

Instead of trees, grass

Instead of beasts, emptiness

Instead of bees, drones