more than the free
For they only feel the branch
that holds them to the tree
Not their flight
against the sky.
She can't see
the currents that guide her,
How easily they came
from her mind,
Which is not, of course,
her mind at all.
That would be the branch,
stiff and willful,
Despite the bending
of the laws,
That there is something here,
anything at all.
