Terroritory Poem by Rob Knetsch

this land, this area
this fenced in soil
is mine, my property
my territory

if i want i can dig
i can plow
i can sow all day
if i want

but i won't
because i can't
i am being held back
from doing anything

i am lying here
listening to the sound
of my blood rushing
through my veins

it seems to try to find
an exit, out of my body
away from me
flowing toward freedom

to be attracted by the soil
to let itself be absorbed
to take over this land
new territory

"terroritory" © 2013 Rob Knetsch