The Civil Child

Beyond the river,
bubbling over the horizon - 
the low grumble
of civilisation.

The barks and howls
of conclusions, short-come,
and tails of grandeur
always two lengths ahead.

But I rest upon the
petals, fallen young,

briefly captured in a

moment I wasn’t born to.

Drinking in the intensity
of this time and this place
and this treasure, long-forgotten
amongst the noise.

~ written 14th April 2025