Self Realization


Pahn has been incarcerated for many years

He is walking up a dirt road
along a gentle ridge
with the presence of the warden in his mind    
He hears the warden say
 that he has not been granted parole
and he knows
that he is not free
 remarking
dejectedly
 to himself and the warden
that it is a fine line
between freedom            and constraint…

…He turns to see a small stream
descending the crease in a hill
slowly filling a pond   
The pond is nearly full             but
the rain has stopped
and the pond will not be quenched…

…It is a fine line
he thinks
between plateau             and orgasm
the warmth rising
from the bare reddish
ground     in the late winter
fills him slightly        but
      not overflowing
                                    never ascends to joy    

These things
he observes to himself
as he rolls over    
between sleep and waking                            
uneasily                      

delaying the day


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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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