Nature Walk

Poem

Out of the four walled panopticon
Of city towns suburban sprawl
Devil made isolation chambers
Which they call houses, flats, room.
Designed to keep us two apart
That’s all we have is granite between us.
Their flesh we can bend
But grey we can bomb, but would we
We are not the sort of terrorists they prefer.

I must get into the cool breeze,
Feel my nature with itself sublime
Disappear into it breathe with it,
With the smell of clouds and trees
Of bluebells picked, yellow cornflowers deep
Up to the shoulders we disappear into

The grassy smell of the fresh mown
With weeds and daisies shorn
Of secret meadows showing dots of brightness
Find a place bask and disappear into it

Deep breaths mingling with wind as one
Becoming a daisy, bluebell or cornflowers
The birds are outside inside me chirping away
Away on the walk forever, where we meet