Saturday, May 7, 2011

Free Beyond the Lines

Way up high
Beneath the atmosphere that
Blocks their cries
Above the ether of a calming
Life

Is where I’ll breathe

Where I’ll run and hide from
Their blue eyes
Where I’ll stand and look for
What I’ll find

Above the violence of the
Green-blue seas
Above the frantic plastic movie
Scene
Looking down but knowing we
Are free

Free beyond this synthetic earth and sky
Free beyond the fear that we define

Clouding vivid minds in misted lines

Pushing up and up until another time

When this moving plastic breaks our will
Forgetting fear that lets the moisture spill

Way back down into the green-blue sea
Back down to where I couldn’t breathe
Swimming back to where I still am free
Living back where we were always free

2 comments:

  1. A great choice of picture to accompany the poem. The dream of true freedom...

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  2. Thanks. Freedom does sound nice right now.

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