Documenting the silence 
the bus stop is almost reclaimed by nature
until the bus arrives after a long conversation
with the broken country path
in a meditative rhythm each morning 

disgorging the mood 
its wheels on cast aside leaves
inbetween the sun barely awake 
in the early morning sky
and the sinking moon 

recording the moment afterwards
restlessly in symmetries in gentle wind
following in the footsteps of ghosts 
crackling in imaginary witches spells 
trying to hurry it up. 

(Second in a short series of poems wrote in response to haunting photographs by my friend Benjamin Thomas Holton.

Benjamin or Ben to me is also in the Rural ambient indie band Epic 45 who have produced numerous albums, some of which are available on https://digital.waysideandwoodland.com/