“When you think about it, mostly, a cage is air—”

Sandra Simonds

When you think about it, mostly, a cage is air —

so what is there

to be afraid of?

A cage of air. Baudelaire said

Poe thought America was one giant cage.

To the poet, a nation is one big cage?

And isn’t the nation mostly filled with air?

Try to put a cage around your dream.

The cage escapes the dream.

I see it streak and stream.