escape

My Dreams are the geography of my destiny.
I then grow my wings, and the chains fall apart.
I fly over the electric fence, and over the
concentration camps.
I fly across the plain to the You Yangs where I
stand to look back at the East.
The Bay and the sea smile.
The blue rocks clothed in lichen hum in the wind.
I rest, and at last I am alone.
I have not changed at all from when I was 4.
My dog Snoopy always taught me to look over
the horizon into the golden sun.