A Living History
A man cleared
a piece of land
named it field,
called it his own.
He lifted me
from there,
stacked me here.
With his hammer
he gentled a slope
into my back,
notched me against
heartstone and
throughstone,
named us dyke.
We live quietly:
Wren and Robin,
Cushion Moss
and Hedgehog,
Waxcap and
Lungwort,
Puffball and
Turkeytail,
Orbweaver,
and Tiger Beetle.
I watch men
come and go:
berry-pickers
and mushroom-
gatherers,
crop cutters
and sheep herders,
content makers
and developers.
