The Meeting by Andy Eycott
 
the light falls  
through the prism 
of a new day, 
a rainbow of hope  
washes over me 
 
I feel the thrum 
a hummingbird 
pounding my chest, 
and a forgotten sound, 
the song of freedom 
 
it is hard to contain 
the feeling,  
that today  
I can discard my mask, 
release my smile 
 
that today 
as I swim in the sea 
of summer greens, 
quaff scoops of fresh air 
through the park 
 
stifled dreams 
will be reborn, 
my spirit allowed 
once more 
to soar