The Day Trail

The day trail,
The sniping wind,
And you, striding ahead,
Trying to hold a conversation,

Random words reach me:
Your painful knee,
Brexit,
And Catherine,

Heading south-west,
The glare,
To climb the picon track,
Towards the potato fields,

A pair of egrets,
Guard the horizon,
And scrambling,
The lava wall,

Across the stubble,
Casting off the aljibe,
Following the ridge,
To a gentler strata,

And breathing the clean air,
Sweet, sun-warmed air,
Love is a force,
That creates our hearts,

Light-years ago, you say,
For me, it was yesterday.