After our Abney walks, supporter Sue Davies was inspired to write this poem about the gaps in the trees that allow us a glimpse of the sky.
Mind the Gap
Gap in the trees and sky is there, high pressure low pressure the sky is always there, permanence on impermanence, light on dark, through cycles of the moon,
Wind is fluffing the feathers of tiny owls, sun is sugaring leaves and the earth breathes its soft breath, worms toil and tiny plant embryos crack their womb and break for the light.
My beloved wife, my husband, my child, old comrade, marbles tilt together over root and under branch,
Silver Squirrel rides the gap, a rustle of leaves percussive to the chorus of singing birds and the squalls of those off key emerald parakeets.
In and out of silence, sun down is coming.
Twilight liquid in beady eyed owl.
Sky, earth, earth and sky, the soft feral bed of tiny lives spinning and weaving the short mystery dream of humans, those dreamers waking to another dream.
Deep underground in concrete casings toiling hither and thither while robotic others in perfect English command, Mind the Gap, Mind the Gap.
Sue Davies, 2014