I have wandered,

I have wandered,

Through familiar places

Barely registering the passage of strangers

Spiders gaze down from above

Socially distanced

Conducting webinars among the trees

Which might result in

A moratorium on cannibalism.

Leaves as dry as sticks crunch

Beneath my feet

There is always another one falling

In constant replenishment

Of the evergreen.

The heat of the day is murderous

Only the foolish venture out

English people are especially

Scathing of wasting away

In the shade

It is a cultural divide

That goes without saying.

As the wires between overhead pylons sing

Heat expansion causes them to dip

Closer to the ground

Like skipping ropes

Black crows dig bebop

And look for an excuse

To turn the waste bins upside down.

I have walked this way before

If I took another path

Would I find my own way home

Perhaps there is too much comfort

In recognising the difference

Between small things

When every day the big ones

Pass me by.