shout at the wind

 

can you clamber

through the rocks

slipping into water

oily boots leaking?

 

can you stride out

over dewy moors

peat bogged

with no direction?

 

will you come with me

to these places

my spaces

and make history?

 

will you sit a while

amid the berried hedges,

sheltering,

remembering?

 

will we shout at the wind,

running, laughing

knowing

that this is ours

for the taking

 

or

 

will you stay home,

stay safe

 

 

and bleed?