A low hum of traffic
A steady hatchback driver, punctuated by the
Screech of two bikers
Taking the bend too fast,
opening up the throttle in the lee of the hill.

Above, skylarks, peewits, yellow hammers, warblers
A light aircraft circles twice - a mechanical angel.
In the high grass, two honey bees drone in search of clover.

I feel my blood pulsing, valves open and close
throughout my body.
my heartbeat slows in time with the spirit of this place -
its smell of grit and ghosts.