Narrow Poem by Edwina Reizer

Sometimes my mind fits in the narrow,
a space that fits not even a sparrow.
How it sneaks in there I don't know?
When it gets in there it won't let go.

I have to drag it out and free it again.
Do whatever's possible, do what I can.
I hate my mind to be in a narrow place.
I need it to be in a wide-open space.

Free to wander, free to roam,
free to write another poem,
free to have my words take flight.
Never in the narrow where my eyesight
is obscured or ever hidden.