The marshy fields stretch in front me Inviting me with that sweet smell of earth The evening breeze brings a lone feather Twisting and turning in the wind Making shapes that ought to be the new language beyond sound My first step surprises me The moist clay encasing me knee deep Freedom beckons but commitments hold me back I take in everything and close my eyes Letting it sink in and fill me with its promises I shut the door and return Immersing myself in the everyday humdrum No regrets, No remorse The door is within me, keeping safe my ‘freedom’ behind its bars The paradox of life is Freedom within bounds and captivity out of bounds
With a dance, each step getting me closer to the light.