Tarenee

I lived free,
unowned
a week, unspoken,
mine alone,

I escaped,
dodged the real world
with all of its illness
& arguments,
bills & demands

And hands
steeped in blood
while others
were chained
cuffed and silenced.

In those seven days
the world passed
out of my orbit,
I played the absent runner
and my truancy
went unnoticed 

I lived in blissful darkness.
One hundred and seventy
hard won hours,
when the wind and sea
of paradise
took me with their breath to
another place.

The lapping
turquoise tides
and surging white surf
lulling me to sleep.

      -Dave Kavanagh.

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