Monday, September 5, 2011
freedom is a shaking off in a culture of choice
My skin is thinner and my jaw is set,
My bones have set and my muscles grow long and thin,
And I am a man now with the whimsy of a boy
and a fox and a canyon.
How pleasant that I sink into this body
and the wisdom of time, with wonder and whimsy intact.
I want to take off the garments made by shaky rotten wooden legs
that creak and sway.
shake them off as when you throw your arms back and fling the sleeves back and
thrust your chest to the sky
and walk up stream with some few souls.
and make a promise to my cold creek skin
to never grow tired and bitter
at a world that will not bend.