Four Broken Walls Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya

The bird is in the sky.
Its ebony black feathers contrast against the aquamarine background.
It's flying;
so free.
It knows not a cage or a shelter of four concrete walls,
its home is the entire world.

From below,
I raise my hand to the sun,
and can almost enclose the bird with my whole hand.

We are one;
both servants of the Great Jehovah God.
We are one flesh,
one soul,
one body.

I can squint and see myself in the sky.
Finally,
I fly free.