can you hear it there you
trained as you are eyes stuck to a space no more than 6′ x3″
free her
the wind and the rain
the sun and the sky
have you asked yourself really
what is it that we used to know
when the sightlines had no end beyond the reach of our vision
flight meant exploration
a fresh outlook
demaning nothing but the small curved window and the clouds beyond
and the vision within one’s heart
to carry an idea
a thrill
a hope
beyond the reach of a small human hand
and yet
a small human hand
holds
holding
so
much
woman in chains
shall we let her free