Self-Incarceration

Self-imprisonment Is the worst form Of punishment Still, it is not out of the norm To find a tiny bee hummingbird Ruby Zoom, hidden inside a double-glazed display cabinet One can think or fathom how absurd It is to be imprisoned in a knotty net Conspicuously clear like black ice. And yet One is trapped. One cannot Get out or escape freely, effortlessly or easily Without the help of a demented brat Rufus Colibri bird is not like a bee Which travels everywhere And yet lives nowhere The latter chooses the universe For being ubiquitous and annoying While playing the violin, despite the thirst As the former is seeking and yearning For something strangely unknown Unlike a bowwow that barks for meat and bones Self-confinement Is the worst form Of punishment Don’t follow the decorum Maneuver yourself and manumit your mind While synchronously remain kind In the pursuit of happiness and freedom Don’t stay quiet or motionless in a corner Do something; say something, sing, clap, talk or whisper Loud enough to irritate the grouchy bogeyman Don’t be your worst enemy or an evil undertaker Be free like a bee that plays the tuba and the violin Life is an impetuous dream Not a Sunday afternoon marshmallow fudge ice-cream Life is a live reality Not a willy-nilly fantasy. P.S. A tribute to Paul L. Dunbar, Maya Angelou, All freedom fighters and lovers. Copyright © January 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.