The flight of laughter

 

The flight of laughter

 

Standing at the bedroom window

the weather is warm and inviting

to the laughter of the neighborhood

children riding bikes down the hill

and back again.

 

I could fly with the laughter

feel free ,feel light, be safe.

I could but for the thousand

reasons huddled in my gut

scurrying their unclean legs

skittering, skittering

 

Tethered to the earth

the hard brown winter ground

confused by the warmth

and the sun

and the bikes riding along

the edges of forced spring.

 

I want to fly with the songbirds

through the boughs of pine

tangles of wire

Above the roofs

beyond the mountains

To the life

To the life

Where I am no longer

bound by the obligation

of being me.

 

15 January 2007