Freedom.

Freedom is
Spinning whirling dervishes
In the daisies
And falling
To the earth
Gasping
Lungs afire
Nose cold
And cheeks cherry
Like your favorite
New shoes.
Freedom is
Hours in neighboring
Trees
Setting traps
Of twigs
In fallen leaves
Wading through
Waist high
Grasses
Scratching
Itchily on
Stiff denim.
Freedom is
Surfing green carpeted
Grasses
And fishing from
Rainwater streams
Grabbing grubs
And earthworms
Just to watch
Them wiggle
Wriggle
And yes
They taste terrible!
Freedom is
Knowing
Which wildflowers
Are sweet
And which are
Bitter
Making fresh paint
From bright
Yellow
Dandilions
For sidewalk
Masterpieces.
Freedom is
Picking snap peas
And carrots
Fresh from
Mom’s garden
(Maybe it was a rabbit)
And gulping
Bellies-full of
Coppery water
From the garden
Hose
(That hot sunbaked
Stream tastes best)
Freedom is
Holding the garden hose
In your mouth
And spitting
And sputtering
On the first
Gush as your
Brother giggles
In belly-bent
Delight.
It’s rubber-band
Finger-guns
And cap pistols
And pop rocks.
Freedom is
Naptime
Escape
Ringing the
Cul-de-sac
Before mom
Catches you.
It’s dancing naked
In warm afternoon
Rain
And the sounds of
Midday birds
And stillness
That only quiet
Neighborhoods
Know.
Freedom is
Rushing from
Early morning
Beds
And hallway-dressing
To catch
Your favorite shows.
Freedom is
The eye’s
Treasure hunt
Trying to count
Every new
Wildflower
And noticing
The speed
At which
Neighborhood
Trees grow.
Freedom is
Simple.
Freedom is
Grace.
Freedom is
Ease.
Freedom is
Free.

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