West Highland Way, Day Four
the entire glen
of pine forest lay
prostrate to us hikers
and sporophyte salute
in the full spring sun
where it shouldn’t
the torn up ground
the scarscape
no microclimate blues
all pebble dash now
between crianlarich and tyndrum
anguish for logging
the distant growth
older now
peer down nervous
and we head their way
other things said
fall in
even here distant traffic calls jostle birdsong