Freedom

Do you ever feel free?

No, I mean, really free.

Like the eagle soaring high above his aeyre,

or the sandpiper dancing on a deserted shore?

Or free like the wind must feel

whistling around the snow-mantled mountains

or the waves must feel

crashing on the sandy island shores?

Or free! Like the stars are,

whirling high above this point of dust,

endlessly,

silently,

into infinite space.

Or free like you felt when you were three

and that butterfly so briefly led you astray?