Ownership

 

And so I walked

away from the

city towards the

convex horizon,

crossing fields and

streams and hills.

 

My companions?

 

Two hawks;

seven walkers;

a photographer;

a grass snake;

various cattle;

some dogs and

 

the evidence of others:

 

sawn logs in piles;

fences, the hum

and snap of

telephone wires;

the distant rumble

of Sunday-straight roads.

 

But all mine (in that

I spoke to no one: no

one broke the spell)

 

It all belongs to me.