have you drank four tified wine,

guessed  years have passed.

walked the lane daily, to see a

small world outside, have you

poked the crevasses,  gathered twigs,

for lighting. taken photographs?



have you crashed into the old wood,

looking for the birds, found new growth,

there.



have you seen  monks walk the lane,

smelled the wax? have you seen the imprint,

the stone, st illtud?



i have.

sbm