Freedom & The Inmate

He saw the marina
(its flowing bounty
flittering gracefully, lapping laps
in the lazy days of Summer)
with an obstructed view,
through bars of cerulean blue.

He recognized her freedom
(taking whole liberties
swaying in the stormy wind, clapping mad
in the gusty ways of Fall)
like through the eyes of uncommon craze

...and just to be free
(with teeth laughing, gapped)
in the grasp
of that graceful marina lake -
 
floating on her crested breast
(of freedom) like an infant babe
with his Mama - Free.
 
Free - like the lark
with innocent grace -
 
Free.

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke