The Nature Of Freedom - Poem by RIC BASTASA

freedom is
movement, the flying of arms
the winged hands
fish fingers

we look at it from the severance point of view
the possibility of coming back
for another wholeness
is nil

it is the union with another one distinct from us
like a star to grass

like ships without anchor without any definite port to land
like meteors moving to an uncertain destination

freedom is not a wall
never a pillar

it is the wind always the wind no matter how you try to hold it
with your hands

its escape is its nature.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012

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