I roam idly like the bird hither

That glides loftily over hillock and dale

And unrehearsed, what emerges but

A troupe of sky lupine

By riverbed aptly assembled

Steadfast as starshine lambent

In infinite queue they stretch

Caught with defiant totality

The chime of thousands 

In banter at careless glance

At a gale, water’s dance stirs with gaiety

Life and its benefactor

Cast as violet vapors into sentient symphony

But ne’er could I frolic in such specious pastures—

For when in concrete walls a poet lies 

Destitutely in listless temper

Bittersweet is the luxury

That bird’s eye on his soul has wrought

Now in the rapture of solitude

His heart dances like a river at winter’s dawn

And moves in lockstep with his languishing pot