Last Hill In A Vista Comments

I'm hearing in this poem how we once lived more in sync with nature, more outdoors. Suburban and urban lifestyles - human-made villages, as it were - remove us from our origin. Not sure about loosen into a little smoke. Is she referring to houses made of poplar and oak, with smoke issuing from chimneys? Or maybe our nature-communion past is up in smoke, a vanishing memory?

This is thoughtful. Truly there are stiff walls around us and daily we walk on fragile lanes