2.25.18 Talking circles

After a lifetime of too much to do, now things are quiet. 
So late this afternoon, Dante and I climbed into the car, 
and went on down to the farmers fields, 
after the rain finished falling, 
and mucked about in the mud,
 clambering across the sleeping fields. 

While I talked circles around myself, 
revisiting the past and the future, 
as the broad swift wind 
swept across the land.