Please visit Paul Brookes’ site for the artwork that inspired this poem, and to read the other contributions. A good set of poems today, in my opinion.
We planted cities once, like berries on a cane,
stalk and branch and kernels inside warm husks.
We walked paths straight as fox tracks, once, from
here to there, and always back again, the kernel calling.
We gathered, planted, sowed, reaped beneath the sun
and rain, and the round of seasons back and forth.
Cities are mazes now, and we have lost the map,
or perhaps just thrown it out with the unwanted husks.