Wild and Free

“It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”
– fr. Invictus, William Ernest Henley



(Machynleth, Wales, August, 1987)

even birds refuse to be tamed.
the wilderness clamors
with the call of the wild,
echoing flight of swift wings.

transitory owl and migratory fowl
are like me: feral, itinerant.

(untamed) I revel in journey,
as bird in play wings and sings,
away I stray in swings and flings,
in voyage, in passage…

a transient me:
fate-master, soul-captain!
wild and free!


(… and what fares a fair feather
on a flight with unflapped wing –
but flame that flares a lover
on a night entrapped in fling.)


– between owl and fowl is migration.
– between swing and fling is excursion.
– between play and stray is diversion.

(c) 1987 Chito L. Aguilar


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