Once, desperate
for freedom
I quit the game,
walked out the door
and didn't look back.
Now, reduced to a car full
of basic belongings
and a little cash on hand,
I have accomplished
the bare minimum
I thought must suffice.
No woman,
no kids,
no mortgage,
no boss,
no chains.
Fine.
But in the marrow
of emancipation,
something stirs.
The needs
for community,
companionship
and home
tug at my heart's
hard won, but
lonely freedom.
Somewhere,
the road must end.
Somewhere,
the end
must become
a beginning.
Perhaps
it comes down
to making
a choice.
Could this be
the time
and the place?
Only one way
to know:
shake them bones;
roll them dice;
get back
in the game;
take a chance.
- mce
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