Wild Hedge

 

is this anguish

a broken road to

an unmarked end

before he was what

he was well enough

looking back over winter fields

plowed under a weakened sun

he languishes along miles

of wild hedge

allows himself to become one or

the other for even

an instant

a hopeless tangle

of honeysuckle

laurel climbing rose steals senses

from a wandering mind

a horse slowly walking alerts him

to a fluttering cloud

he knows it at once

unannounced a blue jay drops

with drama from

a sweetgum

persuades him

he has arrived

in just the

quick of

time

JP Pestana Wild Hedges 5.31.2022