. I’m in a prison, a voluntary

    inmate, yet, trapped by an

    invisible fence, no guards.


    Occasional spotlights peer

    through cloud, delineating

   night, from yet another day.


  Autumn leaves fall and crown

my still head, in profound ponder,

i'm in my asylum, my poetic refuge.


This is where tormented thought is

filtered, paroled, then liberated to

parade with periodical parables.