Grasshoppers spin their wheel spokes
as they hide in the ferns.
A stonechat taps pebbles under
gorse. The sea threatens to pull
the land from under our feet. Paths
made by a thousand soles.
Our new walk is more natural than back home
when shopping centres, supermarkets
and car parks become our earth.
Sheep are scattered rice down below,
and the seagulls become knee height.
We have kept going with our geology
scarred by this thing called life.
Gareth Culshaw lives in Wales. He had his first collection out by Futurecycle, called The Miner in 2018. His second is in 2020 called Shadows of Tryfan. He is a current post-graduate at Manchester MET.
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