A breath of fresh air
just became a sigh of relief.
Another leaving has taken place
and the coast is clear,
the wind blowing.
And the bits and pieces
left all around
are being cleaned up
by the circus clown.
The time has come 
'round once again
to leave the places
too familiar for comfort
with a promise to return 
when they have become again 
quite reasonably unfamiliar.
And so my horse I mount
and ride to search
for windmills to charge.


mother | big man