January 17th, 2021Local Lines

I walked a time
through streets and
graves – to see the fields
the hay and heat

the peace
the sound

the passes of now
and the past replete

One time for all
never to give
that strange soft
breath

the wind
the yellow grass

The fences left
the times past
but

still so now.

• Tim Rooney

Tim Rooney has been involved with a wide range of the arts including visual, performance and writing and is interested in how senses and images can create deep feelings. He has worked as a teacher across a range of settings and has tortured many dinner guests with his interpretive blues guitar playing.