Freedom State

Through the glass,

head rested against a wooden windowsill,

I can see burdening weight

reaching a freefalling freedom.

Clouds bubbling up from excited molecules,

water finally reaching its needed

heaviness

to escape this state

trapped in this suspension

of time

and air.

The darkening sky never felt so relieving

rain pouring down and filling rivers

and soils,

and life,

washing away desertic rashes

and skins

and sins.

I wonder when I'll reach my

freedom state.

When is your burdening weight

heavy enough

to grant you liberty?