On Being Released

By Jo-Ann Ledger

The width of the page
the limit of the screen
the reflection of the glass.
We spend so much time
confined
to a limited view finder:
the pavement
through the windshield
the boxes we check
inbox, outbox, mailbox
the narrow table
the squares of tile
the smallness
of our spectacles.
Step outside
look up
the sky is bigger than we remember.