the hidden circus
i think on this, the first day of my thirtyfirst year,
it is time to open up my secret diary.
some of you have written and wondered
but i wanted to keep it to myself for a while.
.. or rather it was still here; for everyone to see,
but you didn’t know to look for the ensigns.
here’s your invitation to the circus.
or if you’d like to start with the first act ..
. . .