How long would the chicken lay around here?
The dread, its heaviness keeps her in place.
And who should tell her to stand?
When strength she needs resides behind locked gates.
Locked out, locked in. Who can tell anymore?
Light lost its power to penetrate through.
Away and alone, she recalls herself
On the days when she was blinded by blue.
In flight of fancy, on imagined wind,
She dreams to be lifted, carried away
Her body lies still, but she does not miss it
Digging, flapping, laying, pecking, all day
Out now she goes, and in her absence
I think about parameters, and yards.