David Bickley

The path is not a journey, it is a conduit, you are not travelling on it, it is travelling to you. I walk for you, to keep - by dint of tread - alive this thread, that runs like a river gently through this land of mind. But I never thought of that stray sod, that land that is not home, it is like a shot that bursts upon this world, and I am transported deep beyond my mind. I am surely being taken to the river, its deep unfolding path to the sea, and I can smell the spray, miles away.

Seed by David Bickley. Image by Michael Whelan.

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