Freedom’s Laughter

That sweet tar-footed day
We got caught up in leaves
And watched the sky
Split its rainfall,

We laughed and knew,

We held each other tightly,
Not too brittle still.

We caught each other crying
As if our joy was the prelude,

And suddenly we realised
We were nothing,
Womb to worms,
Except free.

I remember hearts almost bursting,
The smell of wet wool
And tree sap,

A wind singing new hymns.

There’s a beauty in knowing
You’ll be fallible till you die.

2 Responses to “Freedom’s Laughter”

  1. Hi Dunstan, I love this poem about feeling free and mortal almost at the same time, wonderful.

  2. smart title, well done.

    How is your day?

    Time flies, appreciated your handsome inputs to our poetry picnic.

    Share a poem today.
    Bless you.
    Happy December,
    Enjoy A Wonderful Wednesday Ahead.


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