I’ve done another one…


Wanting escape, I take the river path

out of town, towards the fields and sky.

The morning’s warm. The dog takes frequent baths;

she barks but has no need of a reply.

The sparrows make their own strange conversation,

wild garlic hums: a spiritual conversion’s

imminent. But then, an aggravation.

Ahead, a dog. Which means another person.

I tense inside. But see another walk

around Loch Hourn in Scotland. For eight hours

I saw no humans, just a goat who stalked

me from a crag, a creepy ruin, wild flowers.

I call out, ‘Morning!’ as I reach the stile,

don’t look away till she’s returned my smile.