Did I ever tell you
how high the intensity of the feeling
of being free
can rise within me?
It’s like soaring in the sky
like an eagle with a beak
as sharp as its idea about itself
and its present;
like the top-most leaf of the highest tree
enjoying the purest air;
like a writer
who just wrote down every word in her heart.
It’s like staring up at the sky
so clear and blue,
and the birds flying wherever they want to.
And I see them
with a heart as light as their bones.