So I Feel Alive
Michael Kroth • October 4, 2019
Long Form Haiku
I leave the window open
In my room at night
So I feel alive
My backyard is not pristine
It feels disheveled
So I feel alive
My bookcase? Disorganized
Enough order, just
So I feel alive
My desk a mishmash, mash-mished
Incoherent whole
So I feel alive
I feel alive when not reigned
In or out or tight
Or bound or pinioned
I feel alive when free. Free
To feel cold night air
In a heated house
I feel alive when free. Free
To wander through fields
Untamed, wild. Like me
I feel alive when free. Free
To stumble upon
The book forgotten
I feel alive when free. Free
To choose the choice choice
Work chosen, not forced
To feel alive, fresh air fresh
Forests, pastures. Lives
Free. Open windows
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