It was on the Bohemian trail,
a hippy journey to her soul,
when she met an insouciant bird
that flew ahead on road and rail
and led her to her illusory goal
with never a chiding word.
An old cassette of favourite songs
in the bottom of her backpack
reminded her of friends she left behind,
the loves and hates, the rights and wrongs:
familiar voices called her back
to the place they told her she belongs.
But nascence warrants bravery
when everywhere life is toppling
and the clinch of home loosens every day.
She cut the ties of her soul’s slavery,
broke free from their throttling,
and followed the bird, a teenage runaway.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #163