Released

In the field of a thousand questions,

By the stream of a floating smile

Adrift on a leaf’s adventure,

Is a mind perplexed, awhirl.

On the sails of the windmill’s turning,

For the grinding of so much grain,

Chaff blown free from the crushing,

Is a mortal and pestle of pain.

Among clouds thrown hither and thither

By the arcing of wind on its cruise

Are the flights of freedom’s winged creatures

Buffeted but buoyant, if bruised.

In flotillas of dreaming, believing,

Casting all hope to the breeze,

Live the leaves, the chaff and angelic,

Significant in reforming release.