High enough to rise above the noise
of cars and lorries on the road below
high enough to feel the cool wind blow
to raise the hair and chill the sweating back
high enough to see the buzzard swoop
above the trees but far below my feet
high enough to see the rock break through
and shed the layer of turf and gleaming mud -
yes. Here was where this day had to be spent.
High enough, just high enough.