Brambles

I wandered away from home

And

Found myself

Sitting

With soft focussed eyes

On a smooth bench,

Sheltered.

I was not waiting

For a bus and

Worried one would

Stop.

The rain fell

Slanting

As I gazed ahead

And could not separate

Past from present.

Across the road

Brambles grew,

Untidy,

Choked by fumes and

Fences.

My heart leapt

To see them

Stunted

There.

I grew them

In my mind

Until, luscious

With sap and

Thorn,

They towered and

Trailed

To remind me of

The time before

Tarmac, brick and greed.

Finally,

I left them and returned

Along dead roads

To where I

Had been

Staying,

But did not want

To turn the key

To go inside.

 

It felt like

Giving up.