A cage for freedom

I read that Carl Sagan’s wife has interpreted the story of Eden lost as a triumph of human freedom.

Ironic considering she surely sees it as a mythical tale.

Ironic considering that we have chosen holocaust, genocide, neglect, and violence as the measures of our freedom.

And there is this as well–when you see ultimate love and beauty as a confinement, one might rightly ask–

what do you know of love?

A drug for love

I pet the cat
Knowing I am her surrogate
Mama
When she was a kitten she curled
On my chest

I see the dark islands
Left on the mind

A child starved for love
Becomes a bullet
Traveling relentlessly toward its target–

Destructive force
Without anchor without tether

Nothing in a bottle
Could ever replace
The steady gaze
Of love