FEATURED: A Thousand Wild Tomorrows
by Edward L. Holmes II
A THOUSAND WILD TOMORROWS
I am wild, and the wilderness is within me.
Unraveled and unrivaled, I revel
in daydreams beyond these constructed walls I see
of sin, so seemingly solid. My day is coming.
This citadel held me well in infancy,
but now the inky chamber is unfit. I bleed
pine and sing like blue skies. My legs run
like the rivers that now fill my eyes
and my belly billows with living waters.
Death
was promised daily by the watchman
if I go beyond the gates.
But time took its toll, and
after ten years here
trapped in trepidation,
I find it funny
how “decade” sounds a lot like what’s already died.
So, I have nothing to fear.
Let this walking garden spill over these feeble walls.
I am born to flourish beyond constructs,
beyond barriers,
and
into the wild.
Into rebirth and the milky-white light of a thousand wild tomorrows.
My day is coming.
Will you be coming, too?