‘…there is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
“Anthem” Leonard Cohen
Blue skies watch racing puffy white clouds.
I Stand on the edge of granite steps
passing the last unlocked door.
Nightmare’s last horizon.
Light breeze swirling freely, between brick buildings;
squeezes through ten foot fences,
slicing through glinting barbwire rolls
kiss, both my cheeks, good-bye.
I wait for my ride.
I watch birds gliding in tandem swooping past me
as if they heralded my release;
in their silent song, in continuous pantomime
of their lessons, learning to fly.
I sit on the granite steps,
as they perched near me,
waiting for my ride.