EDD HOFFMAN

We Rested by the Hedgerows

We rested by the hedgerows, bathed in acid winter light, breathing clouds of memories. We spoke of Holocaust and Holocene.

Drinking light in through the hawthorn you said: “Still, we have breathed the same air, we have drunk the same rain for a thousand years and more.

We are not yet so far gone as to forget: it was we who grew the hedgerows that are borders for ourselves and a thousand more.”

I took a dimmer view, seeking only what was not. Still the grass beneath us grows as we rest by the hedgerows.