They cannot contain me,
for I have eyes to see
beyond the confines
of their staunch,
unwindowed walls.

Their deliberately constructed
arguments and edicts
do not hold me,
for I have wings to take me
where the air is blue and filling.

And look! How small is
their unyielding world
seen from the sky!
As shoebox buildings
set upon a playroom floor.

So it is safe enough
for me to stay awhile,
to meet them as I might,
not blatantly disruptive
but quietly so.

Hands folded neatly in my lap,
my wings discreetly tucked
behind my back,
the sky's truth stirs
its color in my eyes.

-- Deb Cooper

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