Tuesday, May 09, 2006

gilded cage

on Sundays
I dance in a gilded cage,
a secret retreat
from the real world.

My jailors indulge my
every whim,
handle me with
velvet hands
like living
treasure.

The cage door is
open for they know
I thrive and am
content with their care,
having no desire
for flight
into the unknown.