Here’s a possibility —
A space a box creates
by enclosing it
(corners like elbows
pushing out to make room)
Here’s a possibility:
We could be free.
Free is something
I have maybe never been
Though we are told we are
We’re also told there’s no free lunch
So there you go.
We are not free if we are bought
We are not free if we must buy our right to be
with work on tasks we wouldn’t choose
on projects that don’t serve us.
Here is a thought:
If I’m enslaved,
It’s my own mind that chains me
That tells me things must be this way
That I don’t have a choice
That I should never deign to think
that I deserve to choose my work,
To own my gift.
Here’s a possibility:
A whisper in a little box —
The box could grow until
it can contain us all
and we can learn
our freedom.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 29, 2011