Freedom

‘neath a festive sky-
cold ashes rain down upon
old lakota land
–
beneath the stars-
none of us free
unto the last

standing at the bow
salt spray drenching your sundress
the sun in your hair
–
terns on the wing-
flecks of sea foam
floating gently past

white sprays of sea foam
torn loose from the crashing waves
aloft in the wind
–
open ocean
gulls soaring
into the wind

Unburdened release
Fetters of my own design
Finally unlocked