Thicket


I peered under the thicket of verbs
That scratch my skin when I am amongst
When suddenly the radio is just static
And I drop out of knowing
And rest my self on the soft ground


But watching those branches above
How they weave and connive to hide the light
I can see why they connect to the root
And the roots run under me
Under my back and rubbing my soles


The sky through the thicket is brighter
And the air down here is clearer
When my head is rested
And my arse is finished with sitting
I’m ready to climb. Branch by branch.