Freedom is a thread of light snaking
the canyon like an ant through a conch.

A goodbye to each dead end and small room.
Salt, once of the sea, now of the wind,
now on my brow, making a witness of me.

I open my mouth to the wind. The wind
opens my heart, my breast. I leave the bare

bones behind. I leave the soul, once another’s,
once my own, there in that maze of sand,

mortar, and bellows. A golden light hails
me, pulls me like a worm from the earth.