I’m here.
Bike slowly rolling down the hill
Watching the yellow changing, golden changing fields
and it’s bales and it’s bright blue cloud dotted backdrop
and it’s stick figures.
I’m smiling at summer’s last swallows
Waving at cats lazing in driveways
Laughing down roads marked ‘unsuitable for motor vehicles’
Eating sandwiches on hilltops, by fence posts, on stiles.
In short – I’m not here.
I’m here.