A sayer of Joyous "yes".

By birth or by thought or by bitten experience My mind is my own , I wander apart from that happy herd of settled lives This person a puzzle a poet a stranger I have prayed it were otherwise I have aspired for truth beauty beyond The fetters of my limitation But strangely in these confines i find an inner freedom an emerging joy. For me let it be my place to be a sayer of joyous yes In awe to to dance my love through the spring and summer To carry this warmth into the dead of winter To cry out to the earth with a grateful song