POETRY: Asylum of Perspective

October 22, 2015

Asylum of Perspective by Samantha Vauter

You said to me,

at a golden,

mid spring sunset,

that if I press my face

against the chain link fence,

it is as if

we are not caged in

two stories high

on the cement roof,

of a cold building,

that we are contained in

until we can convince them

that we are okay.

Yet, this is the most sane

I have ever felt,

standing next to someone

whom I have known

for only a few days,

with our faces

against steel wire

while the world goes on

behind our backs.

I can pretend

that I am standing barefoot

in crisp grass

while the sun sets upon me.

I can finally see the world

for what it naturally is, and not

for what my mind

thinks it is.

And it is true,

that I could, for a moment,

imagine this freedom.