Why am I coming back to where I’ve never been?
I have wandered here before!
The sun is warm with a cool edge
The leaves are falling away.
The stubble sea is glowing gold
A combine has come and gone.
I drive alone in good company
But scanning for something more.
Creatures appear in tall silhouettes
I smile and try to get close.
Their gait is awkward, their look wary
Still it seems we’ve met before.
The shutter clicks
The magic is mine.