the trees remember me
that short walk down an urban street
to primary school
now enclosed by panicked fencing
and paranoia security systems
I watched the seasons change
growing a little
in some respect every journey
my silent witnesses look the same
monoliths marking time
with bark and moss layers
roots entrapped in black cracked tarmac
where they were meant to wander free
my conscious return is by car
they cancel the careless carbon footprint
of this time traveller
I feel connected
as though an old movie
flickers among the boughs
of my diminutive figure
ghosting along the pavement
for a moment I am with him
tears unexpectedly blurring my eyes
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 7:35 AM UTC
the trees remember me
that short walk down an urban street
to primary school
now enclosed by panicked fencing
and paranoia security systems
I watched the seasons change
growing a little
in some respect every journey
my silent witnesses look the same
monoliths marking time
with bark and moss layers
roots entrapped in black cracked tarmac
where they were meant to wander free
my conscious return is by car
they cancel the careless carbon footprint
of this time traveller
I feel connected
as though an old movie
flickers among the boughs
of my diminutive figure
ghosting along the pavement
for a moment I am with him
tears unexpectedly blurring my eyes
Request permission to use this poem