damascus

A free man walks.

Looking around in wonder

He may not know where he’s going,

But he knows where he’s been.

The iron door was broken,

So, now he’s on the street.

Looking like he cannot yet believe,

That walls no longer confine him.

His arms are outstretched,

His hands palm upwards

As if to receive every possible blessing

From sun and sky

Long may these last

And from now on

Always light his path.