sometimes the old wind catches up pretty fast,
no matter if I am riding the rocking horse
that gives me visions.
On such days,
above the clouds,
the planets hang out
the sun takes a nap, and,
the holy cow flies across the moon.
And then, the pegasus of my vision
shrinks to the rocking horse,
that once gave me dreams ...
image: detail of a bird, medium: porcelain, @ Szentendre, Hungary