I stride down the narrow walkway,
my shadow tripping
over the chipped pavement,
weeds breathing through the cracks.
The rusted railings,
embroidered with the thin gossamer of cobwebs;
I brush them aside.
The invisible threads
hanging from the collage of fading stars.
I slither across the brick wall.
The ivy climbing the cinder blocks
clutched tightly to my foot!
I fall
with undeniable acceptance.
As the sunlight strikes,
a glossy glow beams from the sparkle of sap,
cascading from the trees.
The drizzle of gold
embracing the pungent scent
of untouched nature,
fresh pine gleaming aromas.
I stood,
indulging in the bliss
of unpermitted pleasure,
enveloping me in a haven
of the unknown.
I may not be tasting paradise,
but the flavor of freedom
soothes my tongue.
Thank you.
(Applause)