When one
is in the mist
Of a
defining moment
One is
looking for an omen
And this
morning
Lighted
by the clear sun
Of an
early springtime
Three hot
air balloons
Were
floating high above
The
university
Promising
serenity
Or so I
thought.
While
waiting for the removalists
One blue
candle at the bottom
Of one of
the boxes we brought
From the
flat called to me
To be
alighted and to perform
A
cleansing and blessing ritual
This has
been duly done.
The new
house is now protected
It is
waiting for the furniture
To become
a home.
L.
Bailliet©
15/09/2012
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