At first her thoughts are trapped
Then freed like a leaf from eddying currents
Thankful, it is summer, after the vacationers leave
She does not know where she will be going.
Young boys loiter in supermarkets
They are not sure what they are doing
Window shopping, people watching is their enriching
Adventure, color of freedom, trivial maybe,
She thinks when pigs escape from a corral
There is no call for immediate search
The farmer knows they will find their way back.
She knows the enchantments of a farm.
The week is long, can be stretched even longer
All the time to plan the itineraries.