Behind the new wire fences
age-old disturbances settle,
persistent wounds heal.
Trees spring from buried memory.
Though the sky still leadens
like a sketch hurried in charcoal,
time travel becomes possible.
Paw deeply enough beneath
the knitted soil, and the trace of
whatever you left behind emerges.
About the Poet
Robert Ford’s poetry has appeared in print and online publications including Under the Radar, Brittle Star, Dime Show Review, The Interpreter’s House and San Pedro River Review. More of his work can be found at https://wezzlehead.wordpress.com/.