Outlaw's Road

I am over the wall
running. Weaving from
cover to cover.
avoiding the searchlights.

I have left
the heavy shackles
that held me in place
picked the lock
and escaped

in the night air
evading the sniper's eye
my heart is pounding
in the darkness

the wind whispers
freedom
but the outlaw's road
is under my feet
today and always

I break from one prison
only to create
my own

Don McGonigal November 2007