Ignorant of the sun and somewhat tired
I drove out into the moors. After a time
I opened the car door, let myself into the grass.
Letting the hills pull, yet not anxious to climb,
I drifted like a parachute, waiting to slacken
the flippant nerves that stabilise my farce –
and sitting down, saw all that I desired…
a mist of cluttered cars and broken bracken.