TRESPASS
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By Malcolm Drysdale
Humans equipped lacking existence
wait patiently for the miracle
promised for themselves to happen
Brothers sisters fathers mothers
Uncertain in this age of reason
The TV flickers in the ante natal ward
as if in warning of life to come
Yielding to misgivings
the future too appears in spasm
as nature strives for birth each morning
Cutting across this valley side
I caught my thoughts from falling
Only the sea ahead after all
the shoreline adept at change
The hedgerow wore its friendly face
The sky itself was asking
as I left the path that others led
my soul that way inclining
Another day on the farm below the hill
Duty calling to their belonging
Oblivious to this other way
My fugitive pause well hidden
Hearing gunshot celebration
Men intent on rehearsing
the beguiling act of killing
Instead the land itself was calling
to take in gratitude instead
this walk in fields unbidden
Knowing when to feel beholden
in all its asking ways
But there was a man again in the lane
unasked for by the vicarage wall
Massive in his loss
as if in prayer for salvation
from everything that is known