This cage among others
was once empty
with slightly bent bars,
But now, with the animal still within,
Evidence outside, tells it was there;
At one time free,
But returned to captivity
Willingly?!
Is it love?
Or fear?
Or just mystery?
Our desire to return
Or at least see
From whence we came
Was the beginning
Of all things,
and became echoed in space and time,
This rippling that carries us each
On our own way.
Thin Tin String 