It
can
not be
slathered like
whipped cream on shortcake;
can't be sprinkled like fairy dust
whenever you suddenly think you 're able to fly—
can't be bought like indulgences, or scalped like Super Bowl tickets, cannot be found as
a
loss
leader
at Costco
or a Walmart store.
It's too big and too small to be
seen clearly, can only be understood on the slant—
or when missing. Its loss is like a chair snatched just as the music stops. Like a seed, a
germ,
a
virus—
contagious
like microbes spread by
carriers of COVID-19.
It's ornery like an unbroken stallion ridden
bareback, no cinch. Freedom cannot be tamed, it plays by rules that have no stake in our games.
