bones

felt like it had been
twelve hours or more
since
I let my shoulders down
bunched up
like an old woman
I finally
let it down let it out
let it go
and released into the pen
and the paper
and the music
and the lamp
surrounding me with a soft light
felt
my lungs open up
and allow air
to move freely about
I was no longer
inside
a cage of bones.

April 4, 2009 akw