Looking Up
I see the sky
as one more reaching
past the isolation of myself
past imprisonment, the status quo,
and then I know I am complicit
in my own sequestering--
that the horizon
borders only dreams postponed
by fear,
by my own reticence.
Push it back! Break free!
For I can choose among those images
that crowd my consciousness.
I can stretch this isolated
dungeon I have built--
have no need of its security,
for skies like this extend themselves
with every step I take;
these walls of penal stone
will crumble, fall away
with every touch, and dreams anew
may rise to celebrate.
Look up!
That azure ceiling's just a light
turned in to hide the stars
a little while, to chide me
with a temporal beauty while
the sun keeps watch, and promising
the moon--if I succomb.
I shall see, for there is opportunity
upon the stair and freedom also,
respite from the climb, but temporal.
My sight is just beyond...
the year quite short on endings:
Stay with me and watch the midnight
disappear.
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2013
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