Five bars boxed conceal my fate,
opulent stiff trees sit outside an iron grate.
I can’t leave this prison for I’m the secret’s committee–
my captors want the source of my surreptitious serendipity.
In the surreal landscape stood a man
laying in the vertical catamaran;
he’s not a man queer and unknown,
but a queer man with the same face as my own.
I stare as I stare, and a smile breaks
like a mirrored leaf fallen, ripples a still lake.
The forest becomes him, for blurred vision ensues.
Teared freedom he uses, for to blink I refuse
My oppressors’ gaze won’t break away.
Believing I pine to nap under the trees’ shade
Yet I’m as liberated as I am confined,
so my life alone I will never mind
I’ve done, will do, and am doing everything I want,
so when I close my eyes the wind is my confidant.
Speaking to me I follow its every elision–
the eurythmic breeze unleashes my inhibitions.
Leading me to the dark corner of my cell
with beauty all around me I stay in this hell
As night falls the bars rise in turn,
for the clear, star-streaked sky I yearn.
On queue the creek of a door latch is heard
I must choose but my decision won’t be deterred:
the door leads to my guardians’ labyrinthine maze,
the window– a drop to the darkness, who preys.
So what do I do? Flip a coin with no sides.
With the decision face up in the moon’s candlelight.
Frozen by fear of the known and untold.
Convinced I’m not ready, my merits must mold