it is a clear word

as water pure and bouncing

off rocks

a bird

or

messing about

remembering #



days mud building dams

fighting the tide

pushing back years

running the path

fighting for freedom



then it comes

unexpected

like

the lark

bird



having written of the hour,

move on when all is lost.

the days remain

timeless.

today, we walk the woods,

back home.