I’m in the hedge maze,
and I’ve always loved hedge mazes
and topiary animals.
I’m walking at a steady pace,
but when I turn a few corners,
I’m interrupted by a wall
of prickly green.
It seems to me that there are two choices:
turn around, or force myself through the hedge.
Mostly, I turn around.
That’s how you’re supposed to do it, right?
I turn right back around
and my movements would look funny, seen from above,
like a dog chasing its tail before lying down.
The way through the maze isn’t becoming clearer, though.
I’m getting dizzy from the turns.
Standing inside the next dead end,
facing the next green wall,
I push my arms and face and hands
into the living design,
and it scratches me
I keep pushing, with my eyes closed,
and the hedge is writing
on my skin, and
I think I may be bleeding.
The hedge is too thick, too dense,
and it will not be possible
to make it through to the other side,
thought it’s so short a distance.
I’m not going back, though.
I keep reaching into the green and
the points of the twigs reach into me,
and the pain is a relief
from the turning.
There is that.