All I could see

from my small window
was the changeless street
unaltered neighbours
static cars
a strip of sky
no horizon.

All I could see
on looking inwards
was the shapeless fear
unbending logic
stalling dreams
a growing dark
all doors bolted.

So I rose and rode
to the windy top
of a high green hill
where sheep grazed, larks sang
ancients slept, old ways ran
and let myself be lost in
all I could see.

6 thoughts on “All I could see

    • I’m lucky enough to have the South Downs (officially a National Park, but nothing like yours in the US!) about 10 miles away, with plenty of traffic-free riding. Not exactly the wilderness, being surrounded by one of the most populous regions of the UK, and topographically not especially impressive (my local hills max out at the dizzying altitude of 814 feet above sea level) but it’s fine by me. N.

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