Do you face the road? Did you see the lights
approaching for miles?
Visitation was over hours ago. Guards in grey
towers, have me in their sights.
But I’ve got what I came for,
Of the windows, no bigger than a brick,
which looks out from your cell? Which sees
a woman walking from walls, lost
as a blind man in dunes? God and trains
keep finding their way
into her words. The cars are open to the canopy
which is the open sky.
A woman walking from prison
sees a spectacle of legs
walking from prisons for centuries.
Causes Carrie Moniz Supports
individuals, species, ecosystems