Poetry Jail - May 21, 2025

might be this heat wave, the

lack of birds or leaf movement

or still recovering from yesterday’s

weeding and cleanup

though I suspect it’s the new

block wall that stares at me

from my seat in the living room

gone, the overgrown hedge

in front of the old leaning fence,

the green and brown barrier that

inhaled and exhaled secrets

that must be it, my life feels too

confined, so restricted I wonder

who or what will visit me in this

jail yard when water lilies bloom

if the waterfall is only for me

the camera of my mind won’t

need film and my words will

just echo in my ears

at this moment, I’ve nothing

worthy to smuggle out

at least nothing the world

can’t tell you