The Lone Walk
I had been walking for hours in the bush landscape
around where I live, teeming wildlife this year I even
caught the sight of a boar, she had had her brood with
her good, she didn’t see me. Tired I sat on a boulder
and lifted my feet off the ground, this was great, but
only for a while a stone was hard and my back began
to ache, so I got up and began walking towards home.
My wife had gone away for a few days but now my
aloneness was beginning to hurt; mind the first night
was great, bed all for myself, slept well and got up late
and ate what wasn’t good for me. It was darkening,
soon it will rain, May has been very wet this year, and
it began just as I reached the front door, only I had no
key; must have lost it when I sat on that stone.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Saturday, May 24, 2008
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