Going home






I am
sitting at the custom-made, hand-delivered wooden table
on the verandah overlooking the rice field
listening to distant rumbling thunder
an electric saw and roosters
otherwise it's quiet
muggy and heavy before rain
the ducks have gone home for the day






reflecting on where my feet have been
i've done much walking and exploring and spent many days working (weeks and months)
driven by that inexplicable creative urge
inspired by the world around and within
I am
happy to be going home with drawing books full of ideas




















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