by Peter Roberts

South Gippsland Rail Trail, VIC

From a cell and without a cell
I venture forth in neither pea soup
fog nor driving showers but drizzle
that soaks deep into the quick, and
glistens in the lush velvet valleys of
Kardella and the dizzy heights of the
Jeetho Hills. In its way this drenching
permits me to coalesce with all that
I had missed, and did miss, releasing
me, like a newborn at sixty, who has
no intention of turning back.