in all weathers
I’ve travelled this route across the levels
and never known a bus to stop at Hartlake Bridge

after much rain
Hartlake River and the Twelve-foot Rhyne
spill over their banks and flood the fields

but today the fields are dry
the sky clear with clouds heaped in the south
like abandoned baggage

flat pastures stretch to a low horizon
the only buildings in sight
a farmhouse and barns

the bus stops
and a man walks into the landscape
away from Hartlake Farm