One’s Zephyr Within
by Odin Roark

Do we fly away,
drift away,
stay away,
or stand worthy of leaving?

How fleeting the impressions,
plummeted by the new today,
dismissing yesterday as the old,
daring tomorrow to invent our future.

The labels abound.
Father.
Mother.
Sister.
Brother.
Daughter.
Son.
Lover.
Yet how much a part of each other
are we?

Might it be
we are but separated cells,
incubated into life,
rendered a sameness by others’ fantasies,
even as reality thirsts for fulfillment,
willing to wander aimlessly,
often stumbling through living our personal existence?

To argue such a theory
is to know along the way
seasoned lives find
attachment frequently sever.

That like all of nature,
separations occur,
inviting straying.

Attachments wane.

Our collective experience
challenges the essence of life

Still…

Such eventual enfoldment
leaves us free to venture,
knowing self-determined identity
requires but to hoist liberation’s sails,
catch tomorrow’s wind,
leave behind misbegotten time

And if true …

To watch from afar
the flotsam of the past
knowing destiny is/was of our own making,
not an invention by others,
that sweetness of air
breathed from Zephyrus within
unshackles bondage and releases
the relationship with self.