What did I expect?
F r e e d o m.
What did I do?
I gathered moss and lined the floor.
Over days I labored,
Moving stone slabs for a bed,
And a chair,
And a table.
Out of vines and twigs I wove a wall,
Until there were four and a roof.
I invite blue birds to make me a feathered quilt.
I dried fistfuls of flowers and hung them on the walls.
And I built myself a beautiful little cage.