Path no longer in use (Gartnavel Hospital 1 June 2021) I was pleased the sign didn’t say forbidden – the slant was just right for my pavement burnt feet. The wood, splintered after neglect and rain, can be avoided. Life is still here, finding new ways to bloom. On the edge of bruised rocks, garrulous green shoots, soft primroses. So, I’m not transgressing, just testing possibilities. It feels right in this time, this year, to wander on a fractured slant mapping a pattern of uncertainty into my brain.
Rona Fitzgerald
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