UNCONFINED   (From Out of Darkness  - 1996, Galveston Island, Texas)  

 
up beyond the boundary      
       of survival time again      
four thirty a m      
       still trying to find      
some unmarked line      
       thirsting for some      
fuller cup of me      
       or a single drop  at least      
some essence of the messenger      
       soon received reveals      
a truth not quite so hidden      
       as it once used to be      
understanding      
       seemingly as lost as youth      
within this ever densening      
       complexity of things      
yet in another sense      
       seeing more clearly now      
some deeper measurement      
       of everything      
more than intuition      
       discovery of a broader wisdom      
within the purest simplicity      
       a keener form of vision      
if you will      
       where i the driver      
of my life      
       now put more pressure      
on the accelerator      
       despite considerable loss      
of sensitivity  
       in both my  
neuropathic feet  
       to greet the      
threatening curves      
       of lifes so fragile road      
with what appears to be      
       the screeching wheels      
of reckless abandon      
       as i surrender fully      
serenely guided here      
       by only the wind in my hair      
where clocks face      
       speedometer      
and any future roadblocks      
       still waiting up ahead      
will hold no power      
       over me any more      
nor can confine      
       any precious time      
away from me now      
       here in this      
strange  new freedom      
       ive somehow      
mysteriously found      
       without even looking      
at this ironic      
       yet extremely grateful      
once adventure filled        
       though presently      
wearied  so long noworn down      
       near desperate        
point in my life      
       such blessings      
continue to arise      
       and surprise me      
with their little      
       sparks of hope      
when i least      
       expect them      
still  i embrace      
       them all  no matter      
how subtle or small      
       and accept them      
for what they are      
       and mean to me      
each at least        
       a tender        
sacred gift      
       of spirit      
sent to lift me      
       higher up      
from out of      
       all this grievous      
sadness      
       where i have      
too long been      
       so sunken      
in all its      
      fallen      
fallow darkness      
       sunken      
fallen      
       seemingly    
fallow  
       that is  
perhaps  
       till    
now