Waiting For Prepositions


Beside the hawthorn hedge,

Beneath the big belly oak,

The luck-draw Robin stands;

In the puddle,

Along the stream,

The winter thrushsong sounds. 



Beside the stream,

Amid the slush,

I stand.

The luck-draw Robin,

Against the moment,

Strong-flits, dodging the Oxford snow. 



Says the Teacher, 

Walk-dance in time, 

Rivulet the luster,

Over and above

The squawksong 

Mid the rush-tenor of time. 


One, two, three, stop. 

Thrushchat the lyric of now. 


Index Photo Credit

Timothy Willard loves to sit with his wife by the bonfire and make up stories about Tom the Backyard-Badger for his three lovely daughters. When he's not carving up the Appalachian Mountains on his Salsa El Mariachi, you can find him busy writing a book, collaborating on a book, or reading a book written by someone dead and gone. Timothy studied beauty in the works of C.S. Lewis under theologian Alister McGrath. The author of five books, including Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society (Zondervan), Timothy is currently finishing The Life-Changing Adventure of Chasing Beauty (Eerdmans, 2019), preparing his doctoral thesis for publication, and trying to find a publisher for his first novel The Tempest and the Bloom. He lives somewhere in the south Charlotte woods.