Free

The sun is strong
and a hot wind cuts
mercilessly
through the air.
Begging to be relieved,
I cry out – Help!
There is no response.
No answer.
I’m resigned to myself
and my worries.
How I wish to be
above it all.
Squirrels furrow in the grass
for food.
Then stop to chase one
another.
A robin lands,
not far away,
and quickly alights,
untethered.

Leaving me tied to my thoughts.
Ah! To be free…