blind after blind
we Americans live our lives in boxes:
rectangles are us,
even windows are rectangles,
for many of us,
those rectangles can release our spirits
into air and wood and sky,
get us out of the cage,
out where birds and squirrels and revelation can open us,
I feel like Johnny Appleseed as to apples,
as I open blind after blind
so that my spirit can breathe,
many close them back again
for the comfort of control.
by Henry H. Walker
March 30, ‘16
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