Liz Baumann

the uprooted tree
pieces of me
once caught on the windscreen
free again like a seed
floating in the breeze
exactly what I need
only from here can I see
with such clarity
what can never be
t’was just empathy
lock had its key
it has nothing to do with me
and so finally
I am free
to just be
we can all laugh with glee
along did I carry
on a ride that was free
ending with no more than I need
feels good to breathe
out on my sea
of tranquility
now, serenity.