Free

By now, I thought
I would barely remember you;
I would have been long gone,
migrated away like the birds..

Who thinks their wings
will be broken or that time
will pour through their
fingertips like sand
from an hourglass?

A man on the street chants
love songs from Solomons.
The walls of my house 
collapse inward, a burial ground,

Free,  I walk backwards,
Out of my body,.
out of my daisy-bound
wedding hat, out
of the day I first met you.



Pris Campbell
©2006


Photograph: Graphic by Pris Campbell