The Road, Slowly
We idle in the fall between foot plants, rise with the ditches, down again with the drains.
On this Tuesday, buggy wheels trundle in the lulls of staring cattle and January fields.
The neighbours all claim your notice and I’m so glad we’re raising you with manners.
The whole road yours, grass tufts and gravel, the Rottweiler rattling his stable yard chain.
At your height, the world is all wall and bracken, stone and puddle, you don’t know the horizon.
But as your sister babbles, your eyes shift to the birds, lake and sea in the one view,
water that isn’t always storybook blue, but shades of the weather, as we are.