UNCAGED

Warm waves wash over me

Emanating from a place I

Can't quite put my finger on

Playing in the surf

of my mind

Swept clean by the

Ebb and flow of

Endorphin pleasure

Stretching

Every muscle singing like a

Choir of angels

Curled in a ball

Warm as a luxuriant cat

As the waves wash over me

Freeing me

Releasing me

Flying and

Swooping and

Sailing again

A bird uncaged, I find sanctuary

for a few

Fleeting moments.

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