I Am Inside This Cage

i am inside this cage
made all of words and images
i sometimes think of escaping
like a dove winging away from all
these rings and vertical lines
yet i am still here
and one day the cage opens by itself
and i go out
like a child of the house when
mother is away
and i meet the wind
and the trees
and the tendrils of the
squash

i may have gone outside
for a while
and here i am again
getting inside this cage
enclosing myself
with its door

i like it here
there are so many words
and images
and metaphors.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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