beside the rivulet

14 May 2025
18 May 2025

i binned
my ninety-five theses

didn’t nail ’em to a door
or drop ’em on a floor

and i’ve gone for a walk
beside the rivulet

so a blind woman walks past me
going the same way but faster

i whistle her guide dog, it slows
she doesn’t, drags it along

her right hand
slices air

runners along this gravel path
i close my ears to their crunch

but birds caw, open my mind
against my will, now i want

unlimited openness over
limited time

and then to rush unlike a blind woman
into the blackwoods into the water

it’ll be cold
it’ll hurt

now what had
i written about?