Mid-pitch

Mid-pitch the snow

flying off the shovel
somewhere between
blizzard and sunshine
the tethers snapped and
I was free.

Plunging into the ether
I passed through the
mirrored walls
of high seas and
pirate ships with
towering masts and
I managed to escape.

It was funny how
I only had to distract myself
from my captivity
long enough to catch sight
of the world
on the other side of the glass and
I finally had a reason.

(December 29, 2009)