I Could Not Find My Way Free Poem by Shalom Freedman

I COULD NOT FIND MY WAY FREE

I could not find my way free
To a language of my own
I could not get beyond
My own straightforward simplicity

I languished and died
In literal truth
And plain spoken sense

The wild beauty of unpredictable comparisons
Of surprising connections
Of dreams never foretold
The graces of a language always reaching beyond itself
All this escaped and escapes me

I will die of dry simplicity
Long after my few readers
Have fled my pages
from boredom.