Witness to Certainty Anthony Wade

Witness To Certainty

Among the soft sounds of early morning we stand patiently for the first country bus and watch a kestrel close, wing-tips riffing, fluttering, light upon an unseen thermal,

waiting upon the giveaway glow of urine treacherously trailing incontinent mice scurrying among clustered weathered barns, a perpetual progression of patience and prey.

We watch dispassionately, wait quietly, knowing this bus will come at its given time for the app on the phone has affirmed it, as certain as death follows the dawn.

Anthony Wade