We walked the fort’s green mound edge
Threw our eyes along the Roman roads
And pulled in the cool wind.
And waited to repel attackers.
It would have been easy from this green wall.
The bishop took his Cathedral two miles south
To New Sarurn. I can see the spire clearly this day.
I could almost see them walking down the road
Dragging the stone blocks.
The air is damp and cold.
We are among the first here today.
I wish we could come back in the night
And listen for the ghosts in the night
And stand guard together.
The roads stretch out to the horizon,
Thin lines stretched tight.
Pulling the forts together,
Stone beads on a frail string.
from A Quiet Perfect Year