Below the boards I hear the water rushing
a stray dog strolls by and says hello
he doesn’t stop for long, keeps moving on
across Port Meadow the horses roam
I’ve got this leaving feeling
breeding in me…
The sun above sheds its strength with the season
trees undressing, will soon stand naked
arms held up but not in questioning
the bridge at Magdalen wheezing smoke
I’ve got this leaving feeling
coiled up in me…
Abandoned nests descending in the gales
I’m shedding possessions, lightening the load
too many treasures to take with me
decorating Cowley with my life’s bright litter
I’ve got this leaving feeling
biting down upon me…
After everything that has to be done, is done
can I return?
Once everything that has to be done, is done
will I return here?
Will this feeling ever leave me?
Once I leave
will this feeling be gone?
[2011]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 