Wednesday, May 29, 2013


Standing on a moment of
A thin chalk drawn
Of reality
Real and not real
Over which the heart ceases to beat
A pulse of depth
A pulse of life
Like seeing
The birds outside the
Prison walls
Seeing the open
Gate and fighting the urge
To Run
Out into the light
Out in to free
Out in to the peace
The subtle quiet

Instead I turn from the door
And walk slowly down the hall

1 comment:

  1. I hope for you that the hallway leads to that place of light, of free, of quiet, of peace, of life. I wish this for you.