Out Rum Hill Way

Out Rum Hill way
by the fork in the road off Wedderspoon Hollow,
at a rise where ditch lines peter out
strangled by trailing sweet pea vines…
there raking light at sunset cast a giant shadow of me
striding sidelong to a farm pond beyond
where whitecaps piled up from the late day blow,
combers with no place to go.

Later billowing stars crawl across the spacious sky
whitecaps from an ancient time far beyond the pale
Out Rum Hill way.

Lingering later still – scan -tilt – pan – zoom…yawn.