Wait for the Wind

Wait for the wind

in an open space

look listen feel

spread your arms

splay your fingers

run run

catch it

and take off

over what you’ve

done or haven’t

over broken promises

and bracken fields where

you’ve been led awry

or lost your plot

and on passed the cusp

where baked ice and the scab of sin

meet flowing promise

and the unpredictable green

creep of confederate jasmine

and here we can

gingerly touch down

debts ignored

dark arable soil to

plant our feet in

and virgin space to scatter

memories and scars

here they won’t

know us yet

we can act on the new earth

and sow fresh character

for our friends

the worms