Today I planted a flag

At a place of hope, symbol and signpost, a quiet soar where things end or begin or continue. No flesh-capped island hill or national moon-dream. No rat-a-tat-tat to time the journey. No rules for who is tallest or (on the) right. No kings, no pride, no false flags or white. No explosions in the night or fire for the blight. No. Just the trail’s quiet, bending out of sight.

where the turtle’s eggs were
a weather-softened stick
jammed upright