Free

Who thinks their wings
will be broken or that time
will pour through their
fingers like hourglass sand?

A man on the street chants
love songs from Solomon.
The cage constricting me
collapses outward.

Free, I walk backwards.

Out of my body.
Out of my daisy-bound wedding hat. 
Out of the day I first met you.



Pris Campbell
©2006


Photograph: Graphic by Pris Campbell