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
