Folsom Prison Inspired Poetry

Who’s Going Anywhere?

Traveling partners, you and I

No common route

No easy directions

Finding our way between

Prisons and freedoms.

Spiraling inward independently

Expanding out into communion together.

My one, solitary, free, female story

weaving its way among

Your many, congested, imprisoned, male stories.

Touching in

Intertwining

ever so lightly, respectfully.

Never suspecting we are going nowhere

only being “real” together,

Allowing our ripples to do the traveling for us.

Carry Me Away From Here

Carry me away off into the depths

Take me away from here

If only for an hour, make my day.

When you come it’s safe

To escape

It’s wonderful to be here

Alive, free

Unlocking the door with movement

Offering a key in prayer

Inviting it all to be forgotten

Somehow it sees you care.

Together we merge into the safety.

Together we move in the stillness.

I thought this place inside me was a secret.

Now I find it everywhere

You know it, I know it, he knows it too.

Can it be you God?

Can it be me?

How can it be so simple?

Standing like a tree?

Moving on a breeze?

How can I feel so alive?

How can I feel so free?