In another time and place the hedgerows are

looking at me - asking through the stony walls

to greet me - hawthorn and yew

they greet me

these walls hold time

Separated by only the space between me and

the other side

I long to find my way through

this time and time again continuum.

this spacious space

and I shall -

whether I be cut and bruised

whether I get lost and then found

there is something trustworthy about

the pursuit of the other side.

that wide open field

where I can feel my heart

and my tender love,

Where I love myself wildly

and the world loves me back.

isn’t this what we all need?

To fall into the larger arms of

another?

To be broken in just the right

way so our full light shines through?

So our children can see our souls

and not just the make believe

of the show we have shown them for so long?

I think so and I will live so,

turning the stones in my pocket

saying the runes and incanting the magic

words - then stepping up the rough,

stone walls, into the spiky bushes

and one final leap till I’m in

your field,

Till my life is once again,

torn open.