Release
Send me away.
Away to the empty places.
I need a sky, all of it, to release the debris
of my own life.
I need the ocean, all of it, to release
other people’s demons.
I need the silence, all of it, to release
the noise.
It will not come soon, this release.
Life’s claws are powerful things.
They do not want you free or completely yourself.
There is danger in seeing shackles released
and slaves fly.
About this poem
I love the Christmas season and all its trappings. I also feel claustrophobic. So much to do, so many gatherings, and so little time.
No one said I had to be logical.
Tom
