A Question of Freedom


When will I know what freedom feels like (again)?

How could I even know?

The longer I survive the less sure I believe I ever will

I do believe I have felt freedom but that was a million years ago
    [or felt what at the time I believed freedom to be]

But I am now sadly much less as sure about the concept or construct

This life has penned me into a position of a somewhat cowardly caution

Forces against me ever knowing are so strong

Perhaps I may only vaguely remember


6 of 7


February starts
six of the first seven days
calendar birthdays

acknowledgement by
handwritten ink to paper

year in and year out
along with important deaths
our story of us

that war is already won