I stopped where the field gate used to be

I stopped

where the field gate used to be

the granite post

that held the hinges

is still there.

Meaning for being.

Now the post

stands strong

original usefulness

long past.

Around its foot

ferns intermingle

with dock, dandelion,

plantain, grasses.

Here begin the

tendrils

briars, convolvulus

ivy, old man’s beard.

Lone spider spins.

A beetle scurries.

One wasp briefly alights.

Wood louse play.

Dead grass wraps

around the rough top

wherein

stays a snail

big, brown, stationary.

I stopped

where the field gate used to be

the granite post

now a microcosm

of hedgerow wild.

New meaning for being.