Brambles

I wandered away from homeAndFound myselfSittingWith soft focussed eyesOn a smooth bench,Sheltered.
I was not waitingFor a bus andWorried one wouldStop.
The rain fellSlantingAs I gazed aheadAnd could not separatePast from present.
Across the roadBrambles grew,Untidy, Choked by fumes andFences.
My heart leaptTo see themStuntedThere.
I grew themIn my mindUntil, lusciousWith sap andThorn,They towered andTrailedTo remind me ofThe time beforeTarmac, brick and greed.
Finally,I left them and returnedAlong dead roadsTo where IHad beenStaying,But did not want To turn the keyTo go inside. It felt likeGiving up.