Leaping from the towered jungle of grey discontent, he found himself surrounded by towers of greens, ochres, blues!
And he soared!
His back turned from the concrete maze –
One last glance back over his shoulder – NO! Do not look back!
Exhilarated – Grinning from ear to ear,
Tasting the onset of freedom –
A blue-feathered bird – one wing spread reaching to the new –
The other – folded in a self-hug,
Holding the joy of the NOW in his heart.
He flew into the lofty green-timbered labyrinth – changed, transformed – Free at last!
MAQ Magazine n. 11 / March - April 2019