to be free

what does it mean to be free?
to fly through the air,
or speed down the highway,
or swim naked through the warm great lake?

why do i crave it?
this freedom that i don’t have?

it consumes me

teases me
and escapes

at the edge of my finger tips,
circles around me,
laughing, poking,
it won’t let me be

i don’t want to possess it
don’t want to contain it
i just want to be part of it,
for just a moment


About Nicole

I'm a quiet artist making a living as a web designer.
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