If You Call Me

Most lambs go through the fence,
but they turn back
because the ewe can't follow

the verge of the road is verdant.

Hedges to the horizon,
closing in with a blank sea mist.
Easter is a reminder --

of the fate of lost lambs.

You couldn't follow and I did not return
but I have learned now
to let the fences hold me.

if you call me I will come home.




[poetry train #3]