We are stealing away,
feeling the need to be quiet
lest our escape, somehow, be arrested
We are not talking about
the wasteland we are walking out of,
not yet. Not till we are safe
on the other side
We have seen many things —
Things that were not hidden, really,
but we just couldn’t see them
without a reference point
Now that those points
have come into focus
we are going, as fast as we can,
Less fleeing than walking rapidly
towards our destination,
to that safe haven
where we can be real.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 21, 2015
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