Freedom

A poem

Photo by Rodion Kutsaev on Unsplash

I sat and allowed the sky to carry me along with it
white tipped clouds and sun glow
next to the horizon in the bright
murky blankets of grey and purple
layered on top of each other until high out of view
the sky was a person
an evolution
experiencing both darkness and light
there I was sitting in the center of the universe
watching the world turn around me
the clouds move for me
the sun rises and sets for me
the moon pulls for me
the light is watching over me
the birds fly up ahead and call me to freedom.