During this pandemic lockdown in which we all are bound, it is all too easy to surrender to despair.  But, always, there are pathways to freedom we can find if we look hard enough.  Here are a few of mine, in haiku form—

physically bound,

but metaphysically

I wander freely

on wings of sweet song,

I rise above the earthbound

shackles of my life

my literary

scribblings whisk me to a world

that I alone know

phantasmical dreams—

delights from which I awake

most reluctantly

omnipresent, too,

the love, which for sixty years

has sustained my soul

physically bound,

yes; metaphysically,

I am ever free