“How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one
goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences
— little rags and shreds of your very life.” ~Katherine Mansfield
You were always an adventure
An open road I longed to take
You held freedom like a flag
One that flew higher than any uncaged bird
Your arms always opened wide
Wider than the windows of your Chevy Corvette
With dreams flying even faster
Every time you let me drive
You embraced life like a mother holding her child after a scare
Strong yet gentle as a kiss should be
Lost in the moment was the place we lingered
Somewhere between not a care in the world and the deepest of
longings
It is a magic that life cannot always provide
That pool can only be dipped for a time
But it dries up in the midst of learning to live
Sooner or later bills have to be paid
Agendas and responsibilities have to be met
There are dentist appointments and grocery store runs
And you find yourself lost in a different way
Buried in the business of staying afloat
One day at a stop light on my way to work
I saw a loose canary flying nearby
It landed on a branch and just looked about
I was not sure if he was lost or just relieved to be free
Yet, in my heart, I
knew the answer.
