Freedom is...

Freedom is in that moment of departure
Not quite when the plane leaves the ground
But as it climbs higher into the sky, nose first
I'm looking out the window

And the bright yellow and green patchwork quilt of the Alberta prairies disappears behind the wing
And then all I can see is the grand marvel of an airplane
And the sky ahead
That's when I know I'm free
I'm safe
Even when it isn't forever, because nothing is

It's when I know no one can touch me
No one can hurt me
It's just me and the sky
And everyone else on the plane who's going somewhere
To go do something
And live some part of their life beyond the grid

© Mary dela Torre, 2016