Longing

In the brine of the evening,
after all the rest of the day
has been put to bed,

liberty is on a collision
with the smothering tasks
of responsibility
and what must be done.

I squirm knowing how to do this better
and the freedom that is just beyond
now.

I am ready as a maiden
lacking the liberty to choose;
locked in my own constraints.

In these quiet hours
I am longing to walk away
from everything
into the wide ocean,
nothing to see and
nothing to do
but sink into the night
and the darkness near the stars.

I float on the still waters
and peace is with me.