Incessantly
A wild gazelle
Leaps and flounces,
Runs, madly glances, looks around
Right
And left
In fear of a trap

This wild rebel
Is tethered now in a stone bower
She remembers her quick leapings
How she fell
How they jumped on her …
Reprovingly she looks
At her tragic world

In this little coffee house
I am alone
My spirit is tethered to a fence
Powerless to run
To the nearest tree
It contemplates the crowd moving
The flood of the street
And a desire swells deep
Inside it
For the great escape
That can expand the spirit
In this human wilderness.