• Catherine L. Haws

You Can Be Free

Why do you sit

In a cloudy pout?

Insisting you’ve found

No way out.

And woe to you,

Fist at the sky,

Resigning yourself

To ocean tide.

Don’t blame heaven

For your sad state

If you’ve resolved to

Seal your fate.

The doors are open,

The locks are gone,

In time for prison

Break of dawn.

The Sky is yours,

The ocean too,

To play or scorn

As you so choose.