Freedom
Fall 2006 Vol. 23 #1
Fall 2006 Vol. 23 #1
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Sometimes
when I walk or run
early morning
on the waterfront boardwalk
of my town
I am followed by
the impossibly
large and serene
eyes
of a seal
just off shore
who appears as fascinated
to be watching me
as I am
to find her watching.
Is she swimming up
perhaps
toward her first human birth
as curious about our world
as when I gaze
inside myself
into another realm?
Why can’t she and I be content
navigating the seas
around us
with pleasure and ease
forget this longing
for other shores
that pries us away
from our selves?
Or is this yearning
inevitable
ancient
as the tides
propelling us both
upwards
toward the light?