Released

released behind a wave a single swell undulating i follow from the grey and with eyes closed survey the land and sense on shore some ferns with customary stance to satisfy the stags the users and the rulers this wave with cause collapsing there is dusty mottled trust and desperate tattered chants the feeble catch the scent in dusky sunlit sects their fury lugged to lavish woods where wolves from far eavesdrop the wave distorting routes consuming smoothing jagged rocks washing landscapes of pen and book i watch as dust is blown and yell to those in march ‘the wolves are wily beware a helpful growl’ this wave voice and deed replanting i see the ferns stood upright affronted stags in bow the clearest water gushes the chants are proud and warm i hover from the altered casts ignoring all the smiling eyes of wolves upon my back