What Brought Us Here

We sit here
On a memorial bench
Beneath the line of ancient beech
That stands strong along the ridge
What brought us here
Choices? Fate?

Buzzards spiral high above
Finding lift upon a thermal
One, then two, a third appears
Their cries pierce April’s shocking blue
While they scour the farm below
For rabbit, toad, mouse, small fowl

We sit and watch
Without a word
Knowing nothing
Of the life lived here before
What brought him here?
Choices? Fate?

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 20.

CLP 20/04/2025