inner art journal

At work I was gathering information from a resident on the phone. I asked him his name and then asked if it was spelled with a “c” or a “k”. He seemed annoyed that I did not know that of course it was spelled with a “c”. This reminded me of my annoyance with others, when they do not inherently realize how special and unique I am. I laugh at my self-importance.

the oriole
sings for joy
as dawn breaks
fractured mist of darkness
reveals a new day

is the safe place
I want
also the prison
that will keep me
from True Freedom?

I lept without knowing
how to land
tuck my head
or stretch out my limbs?
ground fast approaching

not being myself
in the usual way
is the freedom
I mistakenly thought I would find
if others changed