DISCOVERY

my trepid fingers

anxiously reach outside the window

formerly barred to me

allowing me to feel

real fresh air

and not the stale fabricated breeze

blowing from the vent

 

i cannot deny i'm nervous

wondering if i'm being watched as i reach

i can see

OUT

free of water stains and smudges

blocking my vision

 

the grass is so damn green

i smell it freshly cut

like when i was 16

can taste the dust

 

i stir in delight

as i push my fingers

as far as the bars will allow

i wiggle my digits

as if I'm shyly waving at...

freedom

 

i looked askance at the guard tower

and wonder if they are documenting this

it could seem

insurrectionary

 

but it's too late now

i've become dedicated to the act

the thought

 

it all has absorbed back into me

those suppressed feelings

of what it's like to

be from under the

boxes and bars

it feels foreign

new

like I'm 1 1/2 on discovered legs

but like riding a bike

you never fully forget

 

i smile at the fence

the dirt

the road

i realize

my time has come

i close the window with confidence

coz now

it's all within my grasp

 

D.R.I.V.E.

DEATH Row INNER-COMMUNALIST VANGUARD ENGAGEMENT