Native Hunger

There is something up there,
out in the open,

beyond the lies and evasions

and the million little cowardices of man;

and the ravenous hunger draws me

away from walls and ceilings and doors

to the 

great Out There,

where freedom is a garment 

I can feel

blowing against my arms,

whipping back and forth in the wind,

widening my eyes

from tunnels to skies . . .

and I try to remember

this feeling of Free,

so that I can bring it back with me

inside the walls and ceilings and doors

and never lose me

again.