Permeable

A margin, a verge, a hedgerow.

The Hedgerow

I am a hedgerow,
illegible to those who live within.
They have never asked,
“Who are you?”
They respect
my “urge and urge and urge”,
the generative urge of my world.
I suffice the birds and the worms
and the grapevine
and the bramble
and the rose.
To them
I am
the whole
that I am.
I am not legible.
I am no monoculture.
I sing to them,
“Keep wilding and re-wilding
the world.”