Long day I’ve wandered in mind and paces too
find me through the barrens and I’ll collapse with you.
If you take it, don’t rush, I’ll trail your grace
and follow through the ceded woodland rays.
On into oncoming unpaved winding roads
where a finch glides by like a skimming stone
and takes the whispers from my tongue
his lyrics ‘don’t look back; it’s yet to come’.
Dancing dives a buzzard to his post
over the underpass, a promenade of ghosts
taking us through history to our time
and to all the wonders we can find.
Unseen a lake translucent through the trees
lying like art as an unsung melody.

Jordan Baker