Refraction

1

How the wind blows bending strong branches

Making a howl and birds to move – tiny creatures shaken from their perches to ride currents like surfers upon high waves

2

At the rusted broken down gate

I waited a while

Watching the fields unfold into distance 

But existence does not wait

She points me to the hills that I must ascend

The ancient paths that I must find

3

One tree

Full of itself

Stands

A symbol

Of Time

Blind roots

Reaching down

Into earth

Ageing branches

Straining towards heaven