The New Cage

'twas not always so.
o so recently we still felt
the ground beneath our feet,
the ways the winds and rivers go,
and in warm grass grateful we knelt
in praying pleasure: the world was sweet.

Now, the clocks turn, we wizz to, fro,
with nary a thought for our eden.
from bed to car to elevator we know
nothing but boxes and cages. Sudden
whispers call us now and then,
to remember that we are human.

We dismiss them as if they were creditors;
(Our workbusy minds are such evil editors).

We've forgotten the secret phrase;
it was on tongue-tip, but now we erase
any hint of true recall.
Are we too sad to remember at all?

I say remember, but it's never yet happened.
We know that our taste for life is slackened
In elaborate set-dressing;
but we can still curse our fate,
and that is a great blessing.

There's more to life than living.
The cage can be weakened with frustration
funneled into this cry delivering:
I am a citizen of the Imagination.