Have you farmed
the land
beside
the stream
full of beavers
and watched your trees
fall
to become hunting lodges?
Have you rescued
the beginnings of a plant
from a compost
pile
and domesticated
the castaway
giving new life
to a scallywag?
Have you watched your pride
which you thought
you left in the compost pile
ride past
on a scooter?
Have you felt
that everything you've seen
is nothing that you've done;
that you're a passenger
on the scooter
bound to try to survive the winter
inside the dam
looking for warmth in
small mammals
and scrounged plants?
Perhaps what we have seen
felt
watched
rescued
farmed
is mist
over a garden
full of mint
and strawberries.
Roman Ryan 