Between Orion and Lidl.

There is freedom in mist
and early mornings.

There is freedom
in sobriety
late at night

rolling
across decades.

There is a freedom
that shakes me
to the bone

and moves me
all over

an earth
I am not
falling off
or out of
love with.

There is freedom
inside
an extra coat
when the temperature
drops
even slightly.




Nov 2009.