Bond Or Free Poem by Scarlett Irvine

Tell me, did the lightning crack the sky?
Or did it straighten into ribs
Could be freedom or the silent cage
Could be trouble in Alcatraz
Happy, bolts are never the shortest path
Not much like arrow shafts
I could pass through bars
But that would be the end of climbing and the end of ladder rungs
Distance would make out of reach

A crow foreshadowed my despair
A dangerous omen circling about
Setting a perch on the lofty site
That mingles with the blue and with the clouds
He bows, he bows at his own feet
For lack of size would have guessed
A prize between the bars and his two feet
Bird of prey or black angelfish
Swirling between shadow and reflection, oft
misunderstood