walking

To the east
what was known
as Eyam
rests.
West,
the dusk
rushes up.
A wrestled logic
splayed, laid between -
this is our
path.


We go to
school,
home,
from
one room
to another,
along a
road of
rough
shod
walls
and
through
gardens
sieving
us,
iron
from
sand.