Twig

When you dream of freedom
And start to reach ahead,
I will lift the rock
That suffocates the dead.
I will find the lock
Wrapped in thorny weeds
And sunnily unlock
For waves' and rays' stampedes.

When the doorbell rings
The chime you've long unheard,
I picture you are standing
And step toward the curve
Of caves and darkened things,
Whose beauty won't be lost
When the warmth of surfacing
Promises you're washed.

For, every second spent
Below in hiding spots
Is centuries I get
To study and to stalk.
And if you wake and find
Me crouched behind a twig,
You'll understand and please
Approach and prep to dig.