The Crow Knows Where I Am by Gareth Culshaw

The Crow Knows Where I Am

When the fields unfold into one another
and a buzzard holds up the sky.

I am somewhere but where?
only the crow knows. Sheep take

the day with them and six flying
jackdaws pass their call to each other.

A bobbing flock of redwings hide
their shadows from the sun. The crow

knows where I am.

The fields creep under the hedgerow
thinning the road with each walk.

Then the road is gone and I have nowhere
to go. The crow knows where I am

. . . . . . . .even when I’m gone.

by Gareth Culshaw

Editor’s Note: The personification of landscape and animals in this poem gives it a lyrical sensibility that suits the narrative.