I have been both out and in
So in again now I know how
Lockdown is a word I know
I learned the hard way long ago
In the lockdown psych ward when
I checked out early for my third
Try to die but learned this word
I heard returned like I did then
I have my own lockdown now
At the Hi-Desert hideaway
As far away as a star
But far enough for me to be
For nearly seven years of
Living on forgiven by love
I am the one with the key
And I like it better this way
Far away is not too far
Not for a Steppenwolf like me
Inside out again I see
And lock the gate behind again
Having fifty masks to wear
If ever asked to go somewhere
Though Brother Dog and I stay
Behind we find us everywhere
Paradoxically free
Better now with the key somehow
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Ron
Sandie